When Harry easily yielded to what little prompting Draco gave him, he couldn’t help but feel a certain sense of victory, even if he was certain that it was going to be short lived. That didn’t mean that Draco wasn’t going to enjoy every single moment of the embrace though, feeling uncertain when, if at all, Harry and he were going to spend a night together again.<br/>“As long as you’re not trying to disappear on me,” Draco mumbled, feeling Harry’s hot breath and soft kiss to his clavicle, making the breath catch in his throat as his arms loosened slightly, making for a more casual embrace.<br/>While the sensation of lying together like this felt so familiar, Draco was too aware of just how new it was, both with being in his bedroom and with Harry actually having somewhere to be and not just them deciding when to shuffle down to the study. It all muddled together as a big chaos in Draco’s head, as his hands found purpose in the hair at the nape of Harry’s neck, displeased by how short it was and surprised by the fact that he had an actually opinion on Harry’s hair.