Nothing would ever truly compare to the feeling of colliding against another and being caught, readily, openly, willingly. Having grown so unaccustomed to the life he had been living for years, Harry needed to shed the day like an itchy sweater and nothing had ever proved as effective a cure as the feeling of Draco’s hands on him. After months cooped up at the Manor, Harry’s sense of self had muddled, never seeming to feel entirely whole anywhere but here.<br/>Suddenly -<span style="font-style: italic">damningly </span>- Harry realised he could not ever bear another day in the public eye if Draco wouldn’t be there to put him back together.