While what Harry wanted to do was to laugh at the ridicule of it all, his breath escaped him as little more than a sob, relieved that Draco was not only here, but here like<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>.<br/>Clumsily meeting the narrow angle of the kiss, Harry couldn’t help but smile, overwhelmed and in love. His  hand curled around Draco’s forearm, begging him to stay close even when the kiss was too hard to sustain and their lips once again parted.<br/>Not ready to forego that proximity, Harry pushed himself off of Draco, displacing his weight onto his hands to stretch above him and, for the first time today, getting to properly look at him.<br/>Beneath him, Draco was a sight to behold, aristocratic sharpness softened with sleep and a day spent in bed, and Harry could cry all over again. Getting to be around Draco like this was everything to him, and still his heart was an endless pit, a feeling that nothing could ever be sufficient, that nothing would ever be enough.<br/>It showed on his expression as another hazy little smile, letting go of Draco’s wrist in favour of his jaw, leaning in for another kiss ebbing over with affection.