As soon as Draco pulled back, Harry stopped dead in his tracks, forcing himself to listen for a rejection despite his own eager, horribly aware of the fact that it was a definite possibility. Harry felt his stomach knot up, feeling foolish for having acted blind.<br/>The apology died on Harry's lips.<br/>Nothing could have prepared Harry for the sight of Draco's tears, heart aching not with pity but with heartbroken adoration. Draco was an absolutely wonderful man, brilliant beyond reason and undoubtedly one of the most beautiful creatures Harry had seen. How vulnerably he had come undone was incomprehensive to Harry, who so transparently had admired him for weeks.<br/>Harry so desperately wanted to ease some of the tension in Draco's shoulders, but found that he was no closer to deciphering whether or not Draco wanted him off of him, or even out of his home.<br/>It did little to ground Harry, feeling lost at sea.<br/>When the weight of Draco’s hand in his increased, leaning towards Harry rather than away, it felt like grounds enough to see the embrace through, daring to cross the line Draco was so clearly toeing.<br/>Harry welcomed the timid proximity without reservation, any thoughts of consequences far from his consciousness.<br/>His hands found Draco’s jaw, thumbs brushing away the steady stream of tears away from his cheeks. In a matter of moments, Draco had shed his composure, his cheeks pink beneath Harry’s touch. He looked in shambles, but Harry had never seen him more clearly.<br/>"It’s okay," he dismissed. Though it was no laughing matter, a grin formed at his lips, his breathing airy in a suppressed chuckle, overwhelmed and drunk.<br/>Harry once again brushed away the tears staining Draco’s cheeks, this time the motion broad enough to push Draco’s hair back with it.<br/>By then, Harry was smiling, and his touch steadier as Harry’s fingers settled in the hair behind Draco’s ear.<br/>"Is it?" he reiterated; his voice softer but his smile unmistakably present. His eyes had dropped to Draco’s lips, telling himself it was to face rejection, but his touch invited Draco closer, urging him to lean down. "Okay?"