Just how transparently Harry needed him was never going to grow old to Draco, liking how all it took was a hand on a waist or a hip and Harry turned to putty in his hands. He knew that this was addictive, craving to keep Harry close whenever he could, but right now he was too high on a good day to let anyone or anything stop him.<br/>“Well, you did say that you<span style="font-style: italic">needed</span>me to come back to London,” Draco teased further, not intend on letting that go now that he had gotten Harry to admit to such a thing.<br/>It was beyond juvenile, possibly borderline childish, but Draco felt so giddy that he could hardly be within himself, craving to have someone to share his good mood with.<br/>“And you know that I aim to please.”