The moment Draco reached for Harry’s glasses was the moment the balance finally shifted. They had been suspended in an odd sort of professionalism throughout the test, but when Harry finally blinked the world back into view, Draco sat alone against a hazy background, and, all of the sudden, Harry was done for.<br/>He nodded once, a slow confirmation to something that by now felt like a given. Then Harry nodded again, and then another time, an eagerness building along with a grin as he finally reached for the nape of Draco’s neck. His hand settled at the divot between Draco’s shoulders, a stable anchor to pull Draco closer and himself off of the pillows, just an inch or two to finally cross the distance between them.<br/>Harry kissed Draco as if he hadn’t seen him in weeks, his left hand curling around Draco’s jaw in an invitation to remain close.