This truly felt like his breaking point. Harry suddenly felt like he was on unsteady ground, questioning everything he he had done with -<span style="font-style: italic">to</span>- Draco as his pretend partner. Harry had never been more certain that he couldn't bare an entire evening like this, nerves too much on his sleeve to endure even a second more of it.<br/>The kiss on his cheek had completely knocked the air out of him, catching him off guard. Harry barely heard the praise, finding this entire exchange to have been one whiplash after the other. With the ghosting of Draco's lips still burning against his cheek, it seemed they were only a few inches away from actually having snogged; something, which Harry almost expected to have been easier on him.<br/>His skin felt electric, needles shooting down his spine. He felt like a wreck, too wound up with<span style="font-style: italic">almost</span>s.<br/>"Thanks," he replied, barely a mutter.<br/>Awkwardly needing to diffuse the charge of his skin, Harry brushed his hand against his hair in an attempt to rile in the work that Draco had done to it; to little avail, the curls unwilling to flatten themselves back down. Knowing better than to expect that to have done any significant change, Harry finally smiled, boyish and awkward.<br/>No explanation seemed to follow whatever had brought the smile to Harry's lips. Instead, he finally reached out to reestablish the embrace Draco had cut short. Harry's hand settled on Draco's lifted wrist, an inch away from the wine glass.<br/>"Come on," Harry urged, not having it in him to spend a moment more<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>alone with Draco. "If we stay out here any longer I'm gunna go from looking snogged to<span style="font-style: italic">shagged</span>."