It wasn't until Draco straightened his posture that Harry truly realized just how much he had wanted Draco to kiss him. Harry had intentionally refrained, too much of a coward to put on that show, feeling like they were much more under scrutiny in that small of a crowd. Draco, however, had seemed bolder, and Harry felt a fool for having hoped for any other outcome.<br/>Draco had already kissed him, barely a moment ago, but it hadn't been the same; it hadn't at all compared to the way his heart did a flip even just looking at Draco right now.<br/>When Draco urged them onwards, Harry realized they were only a few hundred yards away from reality. As soon as they got into the cab, the curtains would fall and they could stop pretending. Harry was immediately filled with regret, knowing it could go days before they would ever have an excuse to kiss again; and even then, it wasn't likely that it would feel as earnest as it would have just then.<br/>"You don't get a town car if you get cross with your dad, huh?" Harry attempted, forcing an easier more light-hearted tone to his voice.<br/>He readjusted his grip around Draco as he set on walking, genuinely counting on his support to keep his balance after this long a night.<br/>Harry's eyes were not on Draco, offering a polite nod to the last few people they passed.<br/>When there once again as a reasonable distance between them, Harry's attention finally returned to Draco, finally a grin at the corner of his lip, having gotten over the worst of his disappointment. "Maybe I should've taken them up on their offer rather than to wait for a cab out in the cold."