Harry went into the kiss with equal parts relief and annoyance. Somewhere in the pit of his stomach was a gnawing sense of guilt and frustration, all of which was vaguely directed at Draco. Harry had allowed himself to get caught in Draco's orbit, and Harry would have pulled away had the feeling of Draco's hand against his hip not sent thrill down his spine.<br/>His breath got caught in his throat, serving as an abrupt end to the kiss.<br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">God</span>," Harry said on the exhale, the word equal parts curse and prayer.<br/>Harry had barely leaned away, his face flush with building anticipation as he looked at Draco for that brief fraction of a second before he once again met Draco's lips in a kiss.