Draco's touch was devastatingly soft, forcing Harry's attention off of the desk. With a sense of vertigo, it narrowed his field of view to just Draco, beautiful and perhaps even miserable, for that short moment in time before he kissed Harry his goodbyes. For how many kisses they had shared, this was so foreign to Harry that he could sob.<br/>This really should have been it. Draco had told him this was it, and ignoring that was doubt to be ruinous. But then again, Harry wasn't much known for his self preservation.<br/>Tipping his chin upwards into Draco's touch, Harry returned the kiss after a moment of hesitation, searching for something that felt more familiar. It was pitiful and indulgent in equal measures, unable to shake the feeling that they would end the moment their lips parted.<br/>Fearfull in the prospect of Draco's absence, Harry's hand ghosted over Draco's midriff in search for a way to prolong it, catching the fabric of his shirt in a loose hold, pleading him to stay close.