It was addictive though. Not only the touch of one another’s skin, but the feeling of escape that came with it. He felt like he had taken a step out of his life - a step out of his mission to vanquish the Dark Lord Voldemort, and instead had placed himself in some other story. Some other life. Was this what other people felt like when they were in love? Like they were in the middle of their own romance novel? It was nice. It was nice that his chief concern was when could he kiss Draco again, rather than how was he going to destroy the most powerful dark wizard of the age.