Draco had completely taken Harry's breath away. Whether it was the daunting truth of his words or the familiarity of the kiss was hard to separate; Harry just felt certain his knees would have buckled had it not for the unaffected prosthetic keeping him upright.<br/>The flush appeared across his cheeks before the smile reappeared on his lips, yet both things came with a considerable delay. It was impossible for Harry to disagree with Draco's words, yet the notion that - at least in their little, fictional world - Draco was his to<span style="font-style: italic">show off</span>was enough to made Harry's heart skip a beat.<br/>"Alright," he just responded, needing to mark a concrete shift in their interaction. His voice was still dumbly airy, barely having caught his breath, and his smile was boyish to match.<br/>He wanted to mark the change with another kiss, yet he settled on letting go of Draco's waist in favour of the forearm of Draco's raised arm. The lingering embrace made Harry's head spin, struggling to muster enough decisivenes to force Draco's hand off him.<br/>"Are you ready, then?" he joked, some feigned surprise to his voice. His smile had regained purpose, as a tease replaced the fluster. He wasn't sure if the words were spoken for Draco's sake or for his own, but Harry couldn't get himself to leave this to seek out his old superiors. "I'm in no rush."