Harry's hand moved to Draco's neck, and while his thumb remained on the other's jaw, Harry's fingers gently ran through the hairs on the nape of Draco's neck. Even with his thoughts blurred by Draco's touch, and him touching Draco, Harry was still vaguely aware of the absolute insanity of the situation. It felt like being in the eye of the storm; it was bound to be a mess once they got on a proper distance of everything that had happened tonight, but for now, Harry was beyond ecstatic of the lack of distance. It was surreal to have Draco here with him and to be able to touch him.<br/>In an inattentive reaction to the thoughts that raced through his head, Harry's other hand moved to the curve where Draco's neck met his shoulder, slightly pulling the other even closer to wards him.