The feeling of Draco's fingers raking through his hair sent a shudder through Harry, needles prickling down his spine in a way that he could almost fathom it being Draco's fingers trailing down the length of it. It was an utterly pitiful reaction, knowing he should feel embarrassed by the image the touch conjured in his mind's eye.<br/>And then, just as Harry for the millionth time pictured Draco leaning in to kiss him, fantasy and reality seemed to overlap; Draco's lips really did meet Harry's in a kiss.<br/>While the kiss caught Harry off guard it didn't manage to startle him, barely feeling present in his own being as it became increasingly hard to distinguish between what was necessary and what was indulgent.<br/>It was, however, painfully obvious that Harry didn't return the kiss because he<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>to.Almost timidly, Harry shifted to prolong the proximity, fingers barely resting against Draco's hips, a steady point of reference as Harry stretched to better meet the kiss.