The kiss knocked their air out of Harry’s lungs, equally surprised and relieved. It was an answer to a question Harry hadn’t been able to ask, and he found that, for now, it was more than enough.<br/>The sudden change in height and angle caught Harry off guard, threatening his stability, struggling to refind his balance with Draco’s embrace so persistent and his hand still firmly held in Draco’s. He tumbled forward awkwardly, steadying himself with a knee to the mattress and a hand on Draco’s hip.<br/>It made Harry’s breath hitch, a chuckle as his lips barely left Draco’s, overwhelmed. Draco reached for him with such eagerness that it had to be cumulative, built over days of extreme restraint. It was dizzying, still such an ingrained desperation to be good to Draco and make it worth his time, now that he so clearly had hesitated in allowing this to repeat itself.<br/>The layers of his uniform added another degree of clumsiness to their already rushed demeanours, and though his lips met Draco’s in a kiss, Harry withdrew both hands to undo the line of buttons and clasps running down the front of his jacket.