Despite having initiated the proximity, the feeling of Draco’s hands on his hips made his stomach flip, so easily riled it was pitiful. The touch was light, purposeless besides a returned affection, and yet it took everything in him not to interpret it as an invitation.<br/>“Alright,” Harry parroted over the sound of the bells, now ringing persistently.<br/>A dumb little smile ghosted at the corners of his mouth, so utterly taken by Draco that the safest bet was withdrawing from the proximity as easily as he had chased it.<br/>Without punctuating the interaction with a kiss, Harry straightened his posture. Instead, he drew a touch across the side of Draco’s neck as he withdrew his hands before leaving for the foyer.