Harry had kissed Draco with few expectations; the fact that he even kissed him back felt like enough. It seemed to reaffirm that this was something they could both bear, the varying waves of intimacy. With a budding sense of expectation, Harry wondered if Draco would join him in bed tonight, too.<br/>Withdrawing his hands, Harry allowed himself to relax his posture, once again slumping against the edge of Draco’s table.<br/>“Did something happen?” he asked, though his voice wasn’t a challenge. The pain had felt so oddly mundane, and while it had noticeably been magical, Harry was willing to accept it as nothing more than an exchange of static electricity.