The kiss was probably the least refined thing he had ever partaken in. Harry's movements were hurried, and a little clumsy, but Draco couldn't find it in himself to care about that. It felt surreal to actually me kissing Harry, and when Harry broke away he was left wanting more. It didn't help that Harry apologised, and for a second Draco was convinced that he regretted it. However, the part of him that still had manners left reminded him that it was rude to just grab someone by the lapels and kiss them. It didn't seem to matter much to him, so he couldn't let Harry feel bad about that.<br/>"Don't be," he muttered, his head spinning from having Harry so close. For so long he had only been a concept to him, and now he was standing in front of him. It was intoxicating, and he wanted to absorb as much of it as possible.<br/>He wanted to explain the feelings going through him to Harry, but he found that he had no words to explain it with. It was simply all too much, and he couldn't quite collect his thoughts enough to actually form words in a sentence.<br/>In the end, he decided that trying would be pointless, so instead he framed Harry's face softly with his hands, and leant down to kiss him softly.