Mindfulness had nothing to do with it. Draco’s body was leading the charge - and it remembered Harry’s. It wanted Harry’s. It had never stopped. Through the years of anger and heartbreak, that one thing had apparently remained a constant. The want of it all bubbled up from Draco’s chest until his head felt as fizzy as a shaken champagne bottle, like the sort Draco doused crowds with in Ibiza. To have this in front of him, offered to him - freely and unexpectedly given to him all at once - was intoxicating.