Harry, plain and simply, didn't know what to do with himself. With no sign of impatience, Harry embraced the pause of the kiss, taking a moment to get his breathing under control. The intimacy of the situation was almost too much. His shirt had been pushed off of his shoulders, but it was never fully removed and Harry's skin felt both flushed and cold; Draco's hands in his hair served as a good distraction.<br/>Eventually, he couldn't help himself. He leaned in, this time planting a sweeter kiss against Draco's jaw.<br/>The kiss was, however, abruptly interrupted when Harry's phone rang from its place in his pocket. The sound startled him enough to immediately shift his posture, creating enough of a distance between the two of them for Harry to fumble for his phone, exhaling a small sound of disorientation. His left hand, however, didn't leave Draco's waist.<br/>"Yeah, hi -" Harry answered, not even taking the time to look at the display. Though the call had created a distance between them, it was only when Harry recognized the voice that his shoulders jerked in a way that showed a suppressed instinct to properly sit up. He didn't fully, but his hand left Draco's waist in favour for his midriff, almost as if he was ready to push himself up at any given time. "Oh, hi, Ginny, is everything okay?"