"What?" Harry blurted out, quick and clumsy as he found that mind working faster than what he was able to put into words. Having been close to resonding to Draco's initial question with a<span style="font-style: italic">yeah</span>, Harry almost desperately swallowed that word, for anything in the world wanting Draco to stay close. Because of that, Harry's mind had come to a sudden standstill.<br/>Draco's clear surprise had hit Harry like a truck, feeling the air being knocked out of him. In a matter of moments, he felt his face flush, made more uncomfortable by Draco's line of question than by his presence.<br/>"No - don't," he eventually responded, the same clumsiness to his voice. With another further delay,<br/>Harry's hand moved from Draco's thighs to the small of his back, allowing to slip between his hands further into eye level. Once Draco yet again felt within reach, Harry's grip tightenedd, properly wrapping both arms around him.<br/>Harry parted his lips far before words left them, barely feeling like he himself had enough time to process the kiss internally, let alone put anything into words. Almost breathlessly, Harry settled on a soft: "Please don't get hung up on it."