While Draco knew the layout of the manor like the back of his hand, he still felt like he was moving through a strange place as Harry pulled him towards his room. It felt juvenile in a way, both of them likely aware of the fact that it would likely be more comfortable in Draco’s room, but also that that felt like crossing a boundary that neither of them were prepared to cross.<br/>As Draco sat down on the edge of the bed, Harry was quick to close the distance between the two of them, leaving Draco no time to think, nor to properly position himself. It made him smile softly into the kiss, trying not to break it, but everything seemed silly and juvenile to him, so it was hard not to.<br/>There was something extremely endearing to Draco about how they were still holding hands, liking the innocence of the touch despite everything else that was going on. It helped to keep him grounded in what what happening and reminded him that he wasn’t dreaming. He actually got to have something good for once in his life and it seemed complete unbelievable to him.<br/>Draco used his free hand to pull at Harry’s shirt, hit with an insatiable hunger for<span style="font-style: italic">more</span>. It was like he had been starving for years and finally he was allowed to eat, having all but forgotten the sensation.