For a long moment, Harry lingered in Draco’s proximity, reluctant to forfeit it. His hands remained on Draco’s neck, thumbs carefully brushing the line of his jaw. Harry had the feeling that he had only just sat down, and while this was a sorry excuse for genuine relaxation, Harry almost couldn’t bear leaving, too comfortable with Draco to care about the clumsiness of the room.<br/>It was, however, undeniably that the word<span style="font-style: italic">home</span>spoken so sweetly to him made his stomach flip with a want that was far beyond desire.<br/>“Alright,” he gave in, leaning in to press a leisurely kiss to Draco’s cheek as a final objection - or perhaps a promise.<br/>Reluctantly withdrawing, Harry slipped off of Draco’s lap, right hand falling from his neck to his shoulder, a gentle invitation to get up, too.