Harry had sat through the spell better than ever before, his hands firmly planted on the table besides him to keep himself from fidgeting about. This, however, meant his mind had been washed clean, unable to sustain a coherent thought with the effort but into sitting still; it had been a wash of building anticipation, every single shift in Draco’s stance and magic appearing amplified, occupying Harry’s entire consciousness.<br/>He shuddered when Draco’s finger drew another circle to his chest, and all but collapsed in on himself when Draco offered him such praise with such a smile.<br/>While Draco had moved closer over the course of his spell, Harry hadn’t attempted to cross the distance between them. It took Draco bestowing him a kiss for Harry’s shoulders to relax, exhaling a relief into the kiss as he finally reached for him, both hands cupping Draco’s face in a desperate plea to stay close.