Seeing the word<span style="font-style: italic">yeah</span>leave Draco’s lips sent a shiver down Harry’s spine, weeks of uncertainly resolved with a single breath. Whether or not Draco meant it in its full extent, it reaffirmed that Harry hadn’t overstepped or misunderstood. Relief washed over him, feeling his skin flush and his smile widen.<br/>It, however, took Draco saying Harry’s name for his eyes to return onto Draco’s, ruined.<br/>Harry had been pitifully aware of the lack of affection he had received over the passing month, having accepted it in its inevitability. Only then did it strike him how long ago it had been since someone had called him by his name, and how desperately he had missed it.<br/>It was human intimacy in its simplest form, the acknowledgement of personhood, and it made happiness fill his chest; was he not already smiling, Harry might’ve sobbed, too.<br/>"Draco," Harry repeated, his voice juvenile and giddy with intoxication.<br/>As the name escaped him, Harry’s hands raked through Draco’s hair, heart flipping when it didn’t stop. By the time Harry’s hands settled at the nape of Draco’s neck, the white gold hair was still tangled through his fingers, making Harry’s mind go haywire, starved for contact.<br/>Steadying himself against Draco, Harry stretched to press a grinned kiss to Draco’s lips.