There was no doubt in his mind that this was the first time Harry had ever rejected one of Draco’s advances, and the reluctant disappointment about Draco’s demeanor made Harry’s head spin, bringing a stupid smile to his lips. It wasn’t even a rejection, at most a postponal, everything starting to feel so inevitable.<br/>“Yeah,” he responded with a chuckle and uncertainty. He almost went back on his words, aware of how hard the afternoon would be once he let Draco step away completely.<br/>So, Harry reached for him, bridging the gap between play pretend and real life. His hand slipped from Draco’s chest to his neck, his thumb brushing against the soft skin beneath Draco’s ear. It was a gentle reflection of a statement that was nothing more than a byproduct of Harry’s tease, but he wondered if he could kiss Draco’s trauma better, too, if he kissed him there.<br/>“Should’ve just kissed me and not been an arse about it,” he smiled, his grin crooked.