In that moment, Harry felt his heart swell to the point it felt like it was bursting, constantly taken aback by the love he felt for Draco. It felt like free falling, feeling so utterly powerless when Draco beamed at him like that. While Harry fought tooth and nail to remain in control in any other situation, his stomach flipped with an unmistakable excitement knowing this was beyond him, wholly and completely in the palm of Draco’s hand. What Harry felt, he realised, was relief, and it was impossible not to lean into it without apprehension.<br/>“Buy the first round and you’re golden,” he grinned, the advice almost mundane if nothing else to stop himself from voicing the pride he felt for Draco, an endless tirade of praise and affection always at the tip of his tongue, threatening to spill out of him.<br/>Itching to find an alternative outlet for the adoration filling his chest, Harry finally reached out for Draco, catching him by the elbow, inviting him closer. “Come here, Cursebreaker.”