The feeling of Draco reciprocating the kiss made Harry's heart skip a beat. He was so far out of his depth that all of his senses felt blurred helping to justify the boldness of his own actions. The kiss felt simultaneously fake and as the only firm grasp he had on reality.<br/>Needing to ground himself, Harry's hand moved from Draco's knee to his shoulder, Harry's fingers curling around around the nape of Draco's neck, thumb resting under the lapel of Draco's jaket.<br/>The seat belt dug into his shoulder as he leaned closer, and the belt of his uniform constricted his breathing, yet Harry still inched closer to the other, deepening the kiss with a confidence that could only stem from a blank mind.