The implications hidden in Draco's words sent a shiver down Harry's spine, making his eyes dart back up in an attempt to read Draco's expression. The weight of the admission had in a matter of moments spiked Harry's heart rate, unable to fully process the fact that Draco evidently found the prospect of being apart just as daunting as Harry did himself.<br/>Without even thinking about it, Harry straightened his posture, lips hovering a couple of inches above Draco's skin. In doing so, his hands moved from the sharp angle of Draco's curve down towards the other's thighs, finding that, if his hands were to stop moving, he would be forced to give this conversation his fill attention.<br/>"Don't try, then," Harry answered, willing an easiness and a joke to his voice and a grin to his lips. What he really had waned to say was<span style="font-style: italic">don't go</span>but he knew that, even said as a joke, it would have sounded as a plead. "You don't have to miss me just yet."<br/>Harry's eyes had dipped, unable to look Draco in the eye. During the course of that pause, Harry's hands had reached Draco's thighs, fingers brushing against the very top of Draco's inner thigh. With a little push, Harry urged them another bit further apart.<br/>As if to translate his words into touch, Harry leaned in to press another kiss to Draco's skin. Where Harry's left hand had been only moments before, Harry pressed a lingering kiss to Draco's inner thigh.<br/>When he spoke, his voice was airy with a laugh, barely moving away, yet doing so only far enough to once again meet Draco's eye. "I'm still here, you dimwit."