Every time Harry stretched, Draco seemed ready to welcome the new proximity, his grip adjusting in a way that made him appear insistent on keeping Harry close. Harry felt dizzy in the embrace, no longer certain if he could keep his balance if Draco wasn't there to keep him on his toes.<br/>Through out entirety of the evening, Harry had been in a constant state of wanting to be close to Draco, subconsciously desperate to imitate the kiss they shared on the car ride there. Now that Draco was finally kissing him with a similar degree of interest, Harry wasn't sure he could actually bear it.<br/>Harry felt the set boundaries between them chip away each time Draco's hand flexed against his scalp; it was, in every sense, a disaster waiting to happen. He couldn't tell<span style="font-style: italic">why</span>Draco had kissed them, yet he could easily recite every reason he had<span style="font-style: italic">wanted</span>him to. Maybe it was that specific distinction that made Harry's heart drop, feeling like he was selfishly prolonging a kiss that had only been practical.<br/>Subsequently, Harry, finally, broke their kiss. Relaxing his posture, there was a lingering moment where Harry still stretched towards Draco without their lips meeting; then, he settled himself.<br/>The fact that they were holding hands was suddenly intimate in a way it hadn't felt before, and Harry felt flushed, knowing he wouldn't get a moment's clarity until Draco's hands had completely left his person.<br/>"I've missed you," he commented, voice low. It was something between a plead and a sincere remarm, and Harry didn't know which was worse. Attempting to emphasize the latter, a crooked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "I knew there was a reason I hadn't kissed you. It's too easy."