Every suspicion Harry had had about seeing Draco in his space were all confirmed all at once, the way a flush coloured Draco’s cheeks making Harry’s stomach flip. Draco didn’t look out of place, but Harry saw in his expression that something had distinctly shifted between them; it was the acute awareness that they were no longer at the Manor, carrying a greater thrill than he could ever have anticipated.<br/>The kiss knocked the air out of Harry’s lungs, overwhelmed by the sheer force of his attraction to Draco. It made everything pale in comparison, unable to maintain a coherent thought beyond<span style="font-style: italic">relief</span>.<br/>Leaning into the kiss, Harry’s hand found Draco’s hip. The feeling of leather against cotton made Harry’s heart jump, a reminder that they had been in public, that Harry had been around Draco for hours without losing his mind. That balance had tipped, restraint long gone. Harry dug his fingers beneath the straps, pressing tightly against Draco’s thigh.