Harry very well knew that they shouldn't be doing this; he shouldn't have kissed Draco in the first place. Harry was vaguely aware of what a (possibly manipulatively) asshole he was being, but as soon as Draco's hands were on his waist, Harry lost the ability to form a comprehensive thought. Too weak to be a better man, Harry's hand gripped Draco's neck, pulling him closer while simultaneously stretching to meet the kiss.<br/>The tension that had been accumulation between them seemed gone with the kiss, leaving Harry with a different set of emotions. The kiss wasn't enough, and Harry's hands itched to reach for the buttons on Draco's shirt, but terrified that Draco might leave again if he did, Harry slightly loosened the grip around Draco's neck.