In his heart of heart's, Harry knew that he should have expected the kiss. The day had gone by so easily, his heart having soared every time he crossed paths with Draco over the course of the day. It was no lie that Harry had come to the dock with the expectation that Draco had felt that, too - at least in parts.<br/>That, however, didn't stop Harry's heart from skipping a beat the moment Draco's hand raked through his hair. The touch sent a shiver down his spine and, without thinking twice about it, Harry meet the kiss half way.<br/>The kiss was intimate in a way that the kisses they had shared the night before hadn't been. The softness of Draco's touch and presence made Harry's head spin and his breath catch in his throat, making him smile into the kiss. His hand mindlessly slipped to the inside of Draco's knee, as he readily leaned into the kiss, gingerly reciprocating it.<br/>His grip did tighten, giving Draco a more present squeeze only moments after, intended to force the both of them back to reality. Harry then removed it, tracing a diagonal across Draco's thigh.<br/>In the same fluid motion, Harry leaned out of the kiss, effectively creating some distance between them. The awkward angle of his torso meant his shoulder inevitably pushing into Draco's clavicle; Harry turned to better face Draco the moment he could.<br/>When Harry finally had Draco properly in his sight, a bright smile was illuminating his features. He felt overjoyed, feeling what he had already felt last night, but tenfolds so.<br/>Without a trace of hesitation, Harry reached out with both hands to cup Draco's jaw before planting another ginger kiss to Draco's lips.