Though Draco had taken every step to forewarn what was to come, Harry still all but tripped over his own feet when urged backwards. Hands leaving Draco’s neck in favour of his arms, he steadied himself against Draco, feeling disconnected from the floor they stood on when not safely held in Draco’s embrace. He was entirely and pitifully caught up in everything that was Draco.<br/>A clumsy smile pulled at Harry’s lips, restless anticipation visible just below the surface. For a moment, he looked like he was considering whether or not the climb upstairs was even worth that wait.<br/>Catching himself in that thought, his smile went lopsided, making a point of grabbing a hold of Draco’s elbow in an invitation to follow him.