Draco had been mostly fine talking with Harry when he couldn’t see him, but now that he was suddenly in the kitchen with him, their kitchen now seeming impossibly small, Draco felt like he couldn’t breathe. His mind was racing with everything he wanted to do to Harry, wanting him so much closer and yet also needing him to stay at a distance.<br/>“Oh, congrats,” he said, focusing on his coffee and doing what he could to not look directly at Harry. It was too much, far too much, and Draco didn’t know what to do with himself.<br/>“It’s been alright. Studying.”