Though Draco's finger did very little to keep Harry from talking, the sudden intimacy of the gesture startled Harry silent. Both Harry's pulse and mind were racing, finding that the reality of Draco's actions had come with a delay. Whatever intimidation he hadn't felt when Draco had kissed him moments before was finally creeping up to him, and now he felt nothing short of overwhelmed.<br/>When Draco finally took the decision out of Harry's hands, Harry sighed against Draco's lips, not having realized he had been holding his breath. The feeling of Draco's hand entangle itself into Harry's hair sent a shiver down Harry's spine, and Harry welcomed the touch by willingly reciprocating the kiss. Too caught up by it all to properly respond to the touch, Harry blindly grabbed for Draco's shirt, balling the fabric up in his fits, if only to attempt to convey that he wanted Draco closer.