Harry grinned at that, a promise he didn’t get to speak. His hand fell the length of Draco’s arm, catching a hold of his hand; with the first bit of ownership, Harry led Draco up the stairs to his bedroom.<br/>Located on a narrow plot of land, the house spread across four stories and an attic, the first floor only containing the library and the master overlooking the postmark of a back garden. Harry happily opened the door in, haste only truly setting in when closing it behind them, finding great but incoherent relief in knowing Kreacher wouldn’t disturb them here.<br/>With it came the thrill of complete solitude, and Harry was happy to make use of it. With Draco’s hand still in his, Harry’s free hand caught Draco’s shoulder, steadying himself there to meet Draco’s lips in a kiss, starved. His hand slipped to Draco’s clavicle, and though Harry was in every way reluctant to break the kiss, he pushed at Draco, urging him further into the room.