A shiver ran down Draco’s spine as Harry muttered his name. It was barely a word at all, but Draco felt certain that it had been meant as his name and that combined with the hands on his waist, feeling like his new centre of gravity, made it very hard for Draco to regret his decision.<br/>His hands slid from Harry’s face to his neck and shoulder, right hand softly playing with the hair in the nape of Harry’s neck. It made it so very easy for Draco to pull Harry back in close, already finding a frightening sense of familiarity in the feeling of Harry’s body against his own.<br/>When Draco kissed Harry again, he knew that he didn’t want to stop it again. Now that he had some level of confirmation that Harry wanted this as well, that Harry still wanted to kiss him, it seemed absolutely impossible to not kiss him again.