It was stupid, it really fucking was. Draco had been so into this only seconds before, but now all he could feel was panic. He couldn't stay the night, he simply couldn't. He knew that Harry had left it as a suggestion, but it still felt like way too much. It didn't help him that Harry still was very hot and kissing his neck again; and also that his hands were all over him. He snapped for breath, knowing that he would have to stop this.<br/>After a long time of arguing with himself, he finally managed to push Harry away, trying not to think about how much he wanted to keep going. "I-" He cut himself off, trying to catch his breath. He looked down at the space between them, trying not to focus on Harry's hands on his bare skin. "I should really get home," he finally managed. He gingerly removed Harry's hands from his chest, and started buttoning his shirt up again. "Thank you for..." he trailed off, not wanting to look at Harry right now. He looked down at his own feet, and softly started to trail towards the door. "It's been nice."