For a moment, Draco feared that Harry would pull away and end the kiss. He was more than pleased then the opposite ended up being true, even if it felt overwhelming to have Harry's hands to close to his bare skin. His shirt was quite thin, made from fine silk, and Harry's hands were almost burning through it. He hadn't even realised how warm Harry was, before his hands were almost directly on his skin, and it caused him to gasp softly. His hands were buried in Harry's messy, black hair, and accidentally pulled a little too harshly at the sudden change.<br/>Draco's head was spinning, and he could barely breathe, but he didn't want to stop Harry from kissing him. He didn't know when he would have the opportunity to see Harry again after all, and he didn't even know what they would be after this, so he wanted to cherish the moments he got to have with him.