Harry was still smiling when Draco kissed him, and the smile remained throughout, unwavering and inevitable. Draco’s reaction was far beyond what he could have hoped, making for such a wonderful victory. Draco had often before brought a juvenile competitiveness out of Harry, eagerly applying himself to either out-do or match. This was like catching the snitch, not an ounce of doubt in his mind that he had excelled.<br/>Not ready to part, Harry’s hand curled around Draco’s wrist, prolonging the proximity even though he did a poor job of reciprocating the kiss, feeling like he could laugh if only to release the pressure building in his chest.