Harry's eyes still remained on an unspecified spot in front of him when he exhaled an "Okay," as he stood up properly. He left the beer on the peninsula before turning slightly to face Draco.<br/>"I know I'm awful for saying this, especially after -" he started, already breathless before he speaking. He wasn't even sure how to refer to the last time they had talked about them, and how bluntly Harry had rejected the idea of them being anything serious. In a hesitation, Harry bit his lip, but eventually decided not to end that sentence.<br/>"Draco, this is too much," he instead continued, restlessly shifting both his stance and his gaze, as it flickered between Draco's eyes in search for a reaction. "- and I'm going to kiss you if you don't stop me."<br/>The silence that followed was almost physically painful. Harry's heart hammered in his chest as he awaited Draco's rejection, his eyes still scanning the other's face in search for a reaction. Harry had to sense of how long the silence had lasted (for all he knew it could be seconds for minutes) and though there were a flicker of relief in Harry's expression, he was still terrified of having misinterpreted things as he hesitantly crossed the final distance, and his lips found Draco's in a kiss.