The novelty of getting kissed by Harry was clearly never going to wear off for Draco, feeling so impossibly weak around him that he couldn’t imagine himself ever rejecting him.<br/>His hands found Harry’s waist, knowing neither of them really had the time to drag this out but he still wanted to. It always felt indulgent to kiss Harry right before both of them had other places to be, a joy that he had only gotten to experience recently but one that was so addictive that he couldn’t see himself give it up.