Yet again, Harry had taken a few liberties and assumed a few things, even though he should know better than just impulsively kissing people, he hadn't been able to help himself. He once again found himself beyond relieved when he felt Draco's hands against his waist, and though the touch was through several layers of clothes, Harry couldn't help a soft sigh against Draco's lips.<br/>Harry had spend the better part of yesterday convincing himself that the possibility of never kissing Draco again was fine; he was willing to give that up if that meant that Draco could remain a part of his life. Now, as his left hand moved from Draco's cheek to his shoulders, Harry realized what a terrible lie he had told himself, when he decided it would be okay. Though nothing indicated that this would be their last kiss, Harry kissed Draco as if it was, stretching to meet Draco's lips while simultaneously pulling him closer.