Harry didn't think he'd ever get used to hearing Draco confessing that he loved him. It had been something Harry understood; Harry knew that Draco loved him some time before Draco said it out loud. Primarily, Harry had seen it in the way Draco grew increasingly more comfortable around Harry.<br/>Now, like this, Harry seemed struck by the sheer extent of Draco's trust. It wasn't that Harry had ever doubted the sincerity of Draco's spoken declarations of love, but Harry understood it tenfolds from the trust Draco expressed.<br/>Unable to properly convey just how much he loved him, Harry turned his head to meet Draco's words with a kiss on the lips. The kiss was soft, overflowing with affection Harry couldn't say out loud.<br/>"I know," Harry smiled, barely at a distance from Draco as he leaned out to speak.<br/>The distance had been created as Harry shifted his weight, hands catching Draco's waist. Harry's hands trailed an inch upwards, thumbs lingering at the dip before Draco's ribs and for now, just relishing the feeling of Draco's bare skin beneath his hands.<br/>"I love you, too," came the reply, delayed but genuine. Harry had barely allowed himself to finish the sentence, before his lips once again met Draco's.