Harry couldn't contain a smile. There was something absolutely thrilling about it all, Draco's kiss sending needles down Harry’s spine. They had barely talked, finding that Harry had successfully avoided having to address the harder, heavier themes. What they had succeeded in, however, was confirming to one another just how much they were enjoying themselves. It made Harry's jaw go slack for a moment before speaking.<br/>"We’re perfect," Harry replied without hesitation. His smile was still bright and flushed, itching to follow Draco in order to catch him in a proper kiss. He, however, refrained, giddy at the prospect that they were in no rush.<br/>So, Harry stayed put, relaxing his weight into his forearms. Though it had become apparent that Draco, at least in part, felt burdened by the erratic nature of their first kiss, Harry was glad it hadn’t taken them another few weeks to get here.<br/>Yet again, Harry's smile widened. "Lay down with me for a bit," he urged, his voice coming across as boyish rather than demanding. "Can’t reach you all the way over there."