Everything about Draco served to make Harry dizzy. Standing ahead of him, Draco seemed younger than his age, nervous in a way that only ever really came from eagerness. How easily he had agreed to spend more of his time with Harry, how his smiles had changed when they were only the two of them, it all suddenly caught up to Harry. Had Draco asked him now, Harry would have no other option than to admit to having missed Draco so much it hurt, that ache suddenly spilling over all at once.<br/>Covering Draco’s hands with his, Harry used that as a point of balance, an easier and almost informal touch, as he leaned in against him, crossing a boundary they had spent a day toeing.<br/>“Brilliant,” Harry confirmed with a pleased grin, chin tipping upwards as he stretched up to steal a kiss, too short to be anything but a promise, but quick enough to quell any sense of hesitancy between them. “I’ll see you there.”