Harry hummed at that, a chuckle that never left his lips. The turn of the conversation had knocked the air out of Harry, and left him feeling light as air. The mere thought that Draco was allowed to break this moment had been almost enough to made Harry laugh.<br/>"Absolutely not," he said, the laugh finally becoming audible. His hand was still on Draco's jaw, and Harry had spoken with barely a distance between them. Leaning in, Harry pressed his lips against the corner of Draco's mouth, and, when he continued with a tease, he could feel his voice reverberate against Draco's skin. "You're mental if I think I'm letting go of you."<br/>With that, Harry pulled back, thought only enough to straighten his position far enough to catch Draco's eye, and for his lips to hover a couple of inches above Draco's.<br/>"I love you." His lips parted in a smile, before crossing the last distance, finally meeting Draco's lips in a kiss.