The moment Draco's fingers were around Harry's wrist, he knew for a fact that he would give Draco the world. There was no longer any doubt in his mind, and after having had his lips parted for a silent couple of seconds, he exhaled a defeated: "Sure, okay."<br/>Though the answer didn't come quickly, it came too easily. Rationally, Harry knew he should have argued against it, even in the slightest way, in order to prevent himself from looking like a flustered fool. Yet, here he was, looking at Draco like was he the sun.<br/>Draco's words echoed in the back of Harry's mind, making him swallow hard in an attempt to push them away. No matter how many after parties Harry suffered through, Draco would never be<span style="font-style: italic">all his</span>.<br/>"I can't stay for long, though," he felt the need to add, painfully aware of the fact that Draco must have heard right through his lie; He would stay as long as Draco asked him to stay.