Harry shifted in his seat, turning better to face Draco. His movements were not only made clunky but<span style="font-style: italic">loud</span>by his coat, catching against both the fabric of the seat and the tabletop ahead of it. It only seemed to amplify the air of sheer juvenile excitement about him, his grin appearing that much brighter.<br/>Draco's reply had sent a shiver down Harry's spine. It came as a great relief that Draco wanted him to stay; even more thrilling, however, was knowing Draco<span style="font-style: italic">wanted</span>him. It made Harry's heart skip a beat and for a moment, it seemed apparent that Harry didn't find himself in this situation that often - if ever.<br/>When Harry leaned in to press a kiss to Draco's lips, he did so without ever properly reaching out for him, his hand instead finding the armrest between them to steady his weight. The kiss was soft, giddy above anything else. Harry kissed Draco feeling like he was overflowing, too pleased with how the afternoon had progressed.