A shiver went down Harry’s spine when Draco reached for him. It was almost shocking how little it took, how impossibly good it was whenever Draco touched him with any sense of intent, and how difficult it had proved for anyone else to compare.<br/>Willingly giving into the touch, Harry pushed himself off of the table edge, stepping entirely into Draco’s personal space. Any trace of feigned professionalism disappeared the same moment Harry’s eyes flickered to Draco’s lap, momentarily considering moving even closer, but seeing Draco stretch to meet him made him grin, heart flipping in his chest with something he couldn’t quite place.<br/>A smile was still on Harry’s lips when Draco kissed him, steadying himself against Draco’s shoulders as he leaned in, easing the angle between them.