When Draco finally stepped back to separate them, Harry felt himself surging immediately forwards again, pressing their lips together fiercely. Draco let out a surprised noise, but reciprocated immediately, his hands finding their way to Harry’s hips and holding him in place. Harry could hear his blood whooshing in his ears - exhilaration and relief both rushing through him. Something George had said came back to him, and he separated their lips and began walking Draco determinedly backwards towards Harry’s bed.