A grin pulled at Harry’s lips when Draco stepped backwards, inevitably pleased. It made the kiss hard to sustain, Draco’s height not easily matched as it were, much less in motion.<br/>When their lips parted, it allowed for Harry to mutter a soft warning.<br/>“Bed,” he muttered, Draco a step away from backing into the bed frame behind him.<br/>The following moment Draco was a full foot shorter and so easily within reach it made Harry’s heart jump.<br/>Draco was beautiful beyond comprehension. He was done up so proper, and yet his cheeks remained flushed and lips bruised and Harry could not wait to undo the tie around his bun, seeming like the only thing keeping either of them together.<br/>“Hi,” Harry grinned in lieu of anything clever, his hands finding Draco’s shoulders as he rested a knee on the mattress between Draco’s thighs, urging him further onto the bed.