While it had been Harry himself who had led the conversation astray, he couldn’t help himself from snorting a laugh against Draco’s skin, a miserable little sound. Even said in a tease, Draco’s response made Harry’s heart jump with a newfound dread, finding himself listening for something beyond the grin in Draco’s voice. He sounded content, and Harry found himself clinging to that, wanting this to be enough.<br/>Leaning back and away from the safety of Draco’s embrace, Harry didn’t even attempt an answer. Instead, he sought to drown out every erratic thought buzzing just barely in the periphery of his consciousness, ducking to meet Draco’s lip in a kiss. It was a plea, ebbing over with a cluster of emotions. In it Harry recognized the bloom of happiness and with it, the bittersweet realisation that this simply wasn’t made to last.