For a moment, it wasn't an act. For a long, painful moment, Draco's hand was tight in his hair and Harry's lips were just barely parted, and he felt like he might combust beneath the intimacy of Draco's attention.<br/>The persistent grip around his hair kept Harry on the balls of his feet, his hand still heavy against Draco's waist as he steadied himself. Everything about the interaction was dizzying, Draco's voice so soft Harry could almost believe he had kissed him again. When he eventually relaxed his posture, the tug of his hair sent needles down his spine, before Draco's hand moments after moved with him.<br/>"Yeah," he exhaled, blinking in an attempt to gather himself. In that moment, Harry would have gone anywhere with Draco.<br/>Delayed, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, desperately needing to take the edge off the interaction. Harry had every reason to grin - not only was their general situation stupid beyond comprehension, he was ruining himself at a truly alarming rate.<br/>Harry's reply barely came with an action to manifest them into reality. Harry's occupied hand heft Draco's waist, moving the glass another little bit away from them. He, however, made no move to attempt to remove Draco's hand from his hair, dangerously indulging in the caress. "Have you been here before? Do you know where to go?"