Draco had just decided that he should probably let go of Harry’s hand when he instead stood, making Draco’s head spin from how he was smiling and just how close that they were standing. The thought of just how easy it would be to kiss him had just crossed Draco’s mind, when he was pulled down and lips suddenly were on his.<br/>It took him a moment to wrap his head properly around what was actually happening, feeling certain that he was imagining it. However, there was absolutely no arguing on the feeling of Harry’s hand in his own, and how Harry for once seemed to radiate warmth rather than cold. It made Draco’s head spin, feeling more overwhelmed than anything as he tried to return the kiss.<br/>Everything had happened so fast, Draco feeling that it was only seconds since he had decided to go to bed, and he knew that it wasn’t far off. Once it hit him that he was actually getting kissed, somehow especially because it was Potter kissing him, he could feel tears prickle in his eyes.<br/>There was nothing to cry about, that much Draco knew, but he was too overwhelmed to have a proper thought in his head. It had been so long since he had last been kissed that he could barely remember the sensation, finding it just as lovely as he always had.<br/>“I’m sorry, I-” Draco muttered, his voice tight with the tears that he had tried to hold back, but which were now flowing freely from his eyes. It was embarrassing and Draco definitely felt that he was ruining something that could have been a beautiful moment between the two of them. He just didn’t know how to explain to Harry what this meant to him.<br/>“It’s been a while,” he settled on, leaning slightly against the other man, not letting go of his hand but also not daring to touch him anywhere else.