The tightness with which Draco held him threatened to make Harry’s knees buckle, overwhelmed. While Harry wasn’t a stranger to uncomfortable idolization, he had never liked a version of himself more than the one he saw and felt in Draco’s eagerness. The sincerity of Draco’s affection was dizzying, genuine and intimate and<span style="font-style: italic">justified</span>in a way that nobody else’s had ever felt. Harry could drown himself in it, never once coming up for air.<br/>Selfishly, he wrapped his arms tightly around Draco’s neck, desperate to live up to everything Draco thought him to be.