When Harry finally kissed him, Draco felt as if their entire day had lead up to that moment, as if everything else that had happened that day was meaningless, because he only now finally got to be together with Harry.<br/>As if it was second nature to him, as if part of him would always seek out Harry’s presence, Draco stretched up to eagerly meet the kiss, hands still planted firmly on Harry’s hips as he did so. Everything in him yearned to feel Harry’s body against his own, wanting to get what they hadn’t allowed themselves to have earlier.<br/>The only thought that occupied Draco’s thoughts was how to get Harry closer while not having to stop kissing him.