The sweet words, the admission of love, followed by a kiss that Harry was clearly grinning into was almost too much for Draco to handle. He<span style="font-style: italic">knew</span>that it was fake, he<span style="font-style: italic">knew</span>that Harry was simply acting like he cared.<br/>That knowledge did nothing to lessen the butterflies that had taken home in Draco’s stomach, but it also didn’t stop Draco from returning the kiss. He told himself that it was just for their act and no other reason than that, but he knew that that wasn’t the entire truth.<br/>He couldn’t remember ever having been told “I love you” by any romantic partner, much less from Blaise, who had been the one Draco had been the most desperate to hear it from. Even if he knew it was fake, there was still something special about it to Draco, and more than anything, he just wanted to soak it all up, maybe just believe for a moment that it was real.