Caught off guard, Harry didn't know what to do of himself as Draco crossed the distance between them. Completely startled by the gesture, it was almost pitiful how the invasion of his private space made Harry's heart rate quicken; he didn't dare turn to look at the other.<br/>Aimlessly and glassy eyed, Harry stared straight ahead, his jaw dropping at Draco's words, if only far enough that his lips parted. The softly spoken threat whispered in his ear sent a shiver of anticipation down Harry's spine, sending his head spinning.<br/>It was only when Draco concluded his words with a kiss that Harry returned to reality, his knees suddenly threatening to give in under him; upon regaining focus, Harry's face flushed bright red with the sudden realisation that his eyes, in his haze, had lingered upon Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, still positioned across the yard.<br/>Desperately, Harry took half a step backwards, forcing himself to meet Draco's eyes, well aware that his cheeks and ears were flushed with both embarrassment and peaked interest. Harry, quite simply, wanted to turn around and never return.<br/>"Thank you," he said, voice tense out of the sheer effort put into it not cracking. The corners of his mouth turned upward, but the smile only served to make him look breathless. "I'll see you soon."