It was almost as if Draco had forgotten how it felt to have Harry desire him that way, feeling the way that he kept being dragged back in and seemingly couldn’t get his hands off of Draco. It was intoxicating and yet Draco found himself selfishly wanting more, wanting to get drunk on the feeling of Harry’s hands reaching out for him.<br/>“You better,” he said as he followed Harry off the couch, not doubting for as much as a second that Harry indeed was going to make it worth the trip. So far, even the trip to Grimmauld Place had proved completely worth it, finding that Harry’s presence soothed the wound that his absence had created.