Harry beamed, a gratification he hadn’t felt in years. It was a victory entirely unlike catching the Snitch, but still he felt like laughing to dispel the sense of vertigo that went through him.<br/>Draco’s magic had crept beneath Harry’s skin and lodged itself there, but the fact that it might be mutual eased the panic had felt three days ago, reassured by the fact that Draco was in just as deep.<br/>Running his hands up the line of Draco’s neck, Harry once again cupped him by his jaw.<br/>“Stupid,” Harry exhaled about the situation as he leaned in, his voice betrayed him and softening the sound into a chuckle. The grin was still widely on his lips as he crossed the distance between them to meet Draco’s in a kiss.