It was almost impressive how quickly Draco could overwhelm Harry, and for the solid 20 that had passed from the moment Draco had spoke to him, Harry was practically breathless. Draco's touch made a chill run down Harry's spine, and the brief moments his lips grazed his skin the chill was replaced with heat. Harry was absolutely terrified he was blushing, and by the time Draco once again was on a distance, Harry couldn't keep a flustered, boyish smile off his lips; Draco was absolutely stunning and Harry was so attracted to him the kisses almost felt painfully hot against his skin.<br/>"No, don't worry about it," Harry eventually managed to say, quickly moving his eyes to the cup on the table, while he gingerly laid his scarf across the back of the chair that stood across from the one Draco had been sitting in. "I'm late anyway," Harry apologised, but his head was still spinning from the kiss, and he had no real sense of whether that was actually true or not.