A more reasonable response might have been to encourage them getting on with their evening, going to bed if they were both tired. However, the kiss, even on top of his shirt, had sent needles down Harry's spine; these were soon replaced with a warm adoration, feeling his skin flush. Harry felt lucky beyond words. So, Harry didn't agree, coming to find that he didn't want to move, either.<br/>Instead, Harry shifted beneath Draco's weight, sinking further into the armrest, better squaring off his chest in an attempt to ease the angle of Draco's neck. Once settled, he sighed, content.<br/>"We don't have to," he mused, head relaxing back against the couch cushion. Harry's hand continued to brush across Draco's shoulders, the movement slow and steady. "We can stay here for a bit. It's still early."