The weight of Draco’s body against his made a shaky breath escape Harry, pinched between Draco and his desk in a way that made his head spin. Tomorrow would be devastating, certain Draco’s absence would wreck through Harry’s body like the pain for a phantom limb, but in this embrace, Harry still felt whole in a way he only recently had started to feel. He knew he had no claim to Draco, even less so when it felt so selfish to want him, but a middle ground existed where, if he couldn’t keep him for the rest of their lives, perhaps he could have him now.<br/>Shifting further onto the desk, Harry created enough space between them for his hands to trail from Draco’s waist to the fly of his trousers, every touch a plea for<span style="font-style: italic">more</span>.