As Draco once again pulled him closer, Harry happily obliged, shins bumping against the lip of Draco’s seat. There was such a juvenile air about their proximity, confident that neither of them really wanted them to spend their time at the dinette, of all places.<br/>“Now you say it,” Harry pressed, hands once again reaching for Draco’s shoulders. It took great restraint not to push his fingers up the nape of Draco’s neck, burying them in his hair.<br/>“Tell me you’ve missed me.”<br/>It wasn’t a question, Harry could feel the answer in every touch Draco bestowed him. The fact that he knew showed in his expression, his smile losing intensity as it went lopsided, giddy and enamoured.