It took Draco straightening his posture for the full weight of his words to settle with Harry, warmth flushing both his chest and cheeks. The boyish tease had been audible in Draco’s voice, and while that in and of itself had been enough for Harry’s knees to wobble, it was the unabashed expression of joy in Draco’s gaze that made Harry see stars, overwhelmed.<br/>Draco looked at him like he was a treat that was rarely offered, when in reality, Harry felt like he had desired Draco for months, at any time in any way, and most recently, anywhere.<br/>It brought a stupid little smile to Harry’s lips, barely present in his own body. Trying to combat it, he adjusted his grip around Draco’s neck.<br/>“Yeah,” he answered, and his voice came out a laugh. Settling across Harry’s features, his smile widened, and his eyes skimmed across Draco’s face, desperate to commit that sight to memory. “Christ, yes.”