"No," Harry answered, easily and with no hesitation. He hadn't made time to think it over, neither now or in the past. Harry had dated Ginny for so long that the thought of any who wasn't her hadn't even crossed his mid for almost half a decade. Even attempting to interpret feelings and friendships and dynamics from his early teens quickly became muddled, and, Harry found, it quickly felt pointless.<br/>With a steady inhale he shifted, his hands moving from him his forehead to his middle. As if assisted by their weight, Harry exhaled slow and deep, eyes thoughtlessly turning skywards. For a long moment he paused, finally seeming to give their situation a second thought.<br/>"Do you want us to stop?" he eventually asked. His voice was clear, fully able to put his main concert into words. There was, however, a shyness to his voice. While unable to immediately articulate any word that covered the specter of his attraction, Harry had no doubt in his mind that he was attracted to Draco. "This. If I can't give you an answer yet."<br/>Only then did his head once againt tip to one side, eyes lowering back onto Draco to meet his eye. Harry couldn't and wouldn't blame Draco for pulling back, though the possibility that Harry had kissed Draco, without realizing it to be the last time, did make his heart ache.<br/>He wanted to tell Draco just how much he enjoyed him and his precense, yet hesitated in doing so, uncertain whether or not it was even relevant to whatever was going through Draco's mind. "I really like you."