Harry felt ridiculous; like a teenager all over. The feeling of Draco's thumb brushing against his skin sent needles down Harry's neck, making his lips part out of sheer instinct. Draco was being kinder to him than he could ever have expected, and that alone should serve as some comfort. After all, Draco had higher stakes in having this work out convincingly.<br/>With a little nod of his head, Harry decided to blindly follow Draco's advice of not thinking. His movements were still carefully tentative as he leaned in to yet again meet Draco's lips in a kiss. Despite his best intentions, there was still an unmistakable air of sweet and juvenile timidness about the kiss. Harry's heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest, yet - almost by its own accord - Harry's right hand found its way to Draco's knee, allowing Harry to steady himself as he leaned further into the kiss.