The sincerity in both Draco's voice and words was beyond anything Harry could ever have imagined; it completely knocked the air out of him. The sheer weight behind such a declaration of love and trust felt that much harder to comprehend, having only moments ago been on the brink of falling asleep.<br/>Harry's lips parted, completely at a loss. He was fully aware of the fact that, while the sentiment was fully and genuinely requited, Harry would never be able to put it so sweetly.<br/>"I love you, too," Harry said; while his eyes were dry, his voice cracked as he spoke. Though Harry had been in love and in loving relationships before, he was overcome with the realization that none would ever compare to this or to Draco. Overwhelmed by the possibility that<span style="font-style: italic">this might be it</span>, for the rest of his life, Harry felt like he could barely exist in his own body out of sheer happiness.<br/>With a considerable delay, a smile finally appeared onto his lips. Harry truly loved Draco in a way he had never loved anybody before, and, though that hadn't been the core point of their conversation, it was that - and the fact that Draco returned the sentiment - which Harry was caught up with.<br/>"You can have me for as long as you'd like," Harry admitted, pitifully aware of the fact that he had never spoke truer words.<br/>While Harry remained at a distance apt to maintain a conversation, he still reached out for Draco, carding his fingers through Draco's hair in order to push it out of his face. With no sense of urgency, his hand fell to the nook of Draco's neck.<br/>The smile remained on his lips, above all tender and overjoyed; it, however, reflected the boyishness of his words a moment before Harry uttered them out loud. "In any way that you want."