The moment Draco's hand cupped his cheek, Harry's eyes had dipped to Draco's lips. It was only in that moment, when he felt the electricity of Draco's touch against his chilled cheek that he was fully able to place that feeling he had been carrying around in the back of his head for the last week; he really wanted to kiss Draco, and it only just struck him.<br/>Without even realising, Harry lifted his chin a fraction of an inch, effectively crossing the last remaining distance between them. The kiss was much softer than Harry could ever have imagined, especially considering how quickly heat pooled at Harry's stomach. It did, however, served as a good reminder not to allow himself to linger.<br/>Even Harry himself thought he had pulled away too quickly, as he once again cocked his head, breaking the kiss. He only did so in order to get far enough to speak, and the feeling of Draco's breath against his skin made Harry's hairs stand.<br/>"Are you sure?" Harry whispered, his voice cracking. His eyes were flickering up at Draco's, but he found it hard not to keep glancing at Draco's lips. "Maybe we should talk -"