As soon as Harry had dismissed Draco as the source of the strike, Harry had come to doubt that statement. It suddenly felt presumptuous to think that it was a question he could answer, too aware of how skewed his perspective had come with isolation; that he had spoken out of term solely because he had felt Draco’s magic more recently than his own.<br/>Part of Harry thought he had overestimated their familiarity, and part of him expected Draco’s kiss to hurt, just as much as holding Draco’s wand had.<br/>It didn’t.<br/>Sweet as ever, the kiss was a source of heat against his chilled skin. Harry had gotten used to being cold again, slow and steadily, and it all seemed to strike him all at once.<br/>Harry’s hand left Draco’s, instead catching Draco’s jaw. Gently angling it upward, Harry ducked down to press a tender kiss to Draco’s lips, a week of deprivation finally ebbing over.