Draco hated how intoxicating Harry was to him, and how much he was longing for his touch. It was incredible, but he feared that Harry would disappear the second he let him go. His hands were still tightly wound in Harry's hair, unwillinging to let him go.<br/>"Probably right now," he added, but not making a move to let him go. Instead, he leant in to kiss him again, keeping it soft and sweet, but wanting to kiss him nonetheless. It was all so new still, but it still took his breath away. It feels like a dream, and he didn't want to wake up from it.