Harry’s stomach flipped at the repetition, finding that they were quickly narrowing down ways in which they could become closer. The weight of Draco’s hands and gaze made Harry’s head spin, every ounce of adoration for Draco that had accumulated over the course of the night spilling to the foreground. Harry had found Draco so beautiful when he had been laughing with Fleur, and yet it all paled in comparison to how Draco was looking at him now.<br/>Harry smiled, a haze of wine and want.<br/>Encouraged, Harry saw through an embrace they hadn’t been able to commit to hours earlier, steadyig himself with a knee on the sliver of the chair seat visible between Draco's thighs.<br/>Harry could have waited for Draco to go on, to set the pace, but that was asking to much of him. Pushed past a breaking point by the feeling of Draco against him, Harry’s hands found Draco’s jaw, angling it up to meet Draco’s lips in a kiss.