The easiness behind Draco's touch and the softness of the kiss absolutely knocked Harry off his feet, barely being able to process the kiss before their lips had parted again. Draco behaved as if they had shared a thousand kisses, and that a welcome like this was the most natural thing in the world; Harry's heart, however, felt like it was about to leap out of his chest.<br/>"Uh, sure," he muttered, his answer unintentionally shaky. The sound of his own voice managed to get the dub boyish grin to once again tug at the corners of Harry's mouth. In all honestly, lunch was about the furthest thing from Harry's mind.