Harry tried to hide the way his hands shook by screwing his fingers into the sheets, but Draco noticed anyway. He encouraged Harry’s fingers to loosen their tight grip, and pressed a delicate kiss to each knuckle, a constant comforting murmur streaming from his lips, but Harry couldn’t actually hear what was being said. Harry could hold back no longer, and surged forwards to lock their lips together in a passionate embrace. He didn’t want anything more from it - he simply wanted them to feel alive together. Draco seemed to understand, his arm snaking around Harry’s waist to pull them flush together so that there was barely a square inch of them that wasn’t pressed against the other.