Draco's heart fell in his chest, but he would be lying if he said that he didn't expect this. He wanted to just say fuck it, and keep doing this, but Harry was right, and they had to stop what they were doing. It wasn't helping that Harry's hand still was on his hip, and that they were standing so incredibly close still. It would be so easy to just lean in and kiss him again, but he knew that that would be his downfall, and instead decided to take a small step away. "You're right," he muttered, not daring to speak too loudly, as if he was scared to disrupt whatever the thing between them was. "It was stupid. I should go," he stated, as he started backing towards the front door to get his shoes and jacket.