Though it had been Harry himself who had egged Draco closer, the reality of the shift left Harry in a daze, entirely unprepared for the force of nature that was Draco.<br/>Despite the almost authoritative reverence audible in Draco’s reply, following the bid of a superior, Harry felt anything but. Easily parting his knees for Draco, the sight of him towering above him made Harry feel like putty, stomach tight with anticipation; when Draco leaned forward, Harry felt like he was falling through the sofa.<br/>Reaching for Draco as a point of stability, Harry caught him by his elbows, trailing the length of his upper arms to settle around his neck, meeting the kiss with such a sense of relief that he could sob, feeling a fool for believing a hand on his knee could have ever be as gratifying as this.