The muttered confirmation of Draco’s well-being made Harry’s heart flip, a feeling of relief tied to a worry he hadn’t fully realized he carried. He had often before gotten the impression he spoke too nonchalantly of the war, much to the discomfort of others, and the ease with which Draco understood was almost dizzying.<br/>Any lingering sense of doubt or of misunderstanding washed away the second time Draco pressed a kiss to Harry’s skin. It sent a thrill up his spine, the warmth of the kiss bleeding into his bloodstreams, making Harry’s cheeks flush.<br/>Too infatuated not to, Harry’s free hand found Draco’s jaw, gingerly urging him to straighten his posture enough for him to duck his head and meet Draco’s lips in a kiss.