Kiss
I held Harry against me. He quivered in my grip. He was helpless and warm.
I kissed him. I pressed my lips hard against his. He was against the wall; he was pushing into the kiss himself. I gripped the back of his head with my hand, burying it in his hair, pulling him against me as tightly as I could.
His own hand worked tentatively against my stomach, the other going to the back of my own head. The feel of his fingers in my hair aroused me as nothing else had. I rubbed against him and worked my tongue into his mouth. Sucked on his tongue. Harry was rocking against me, traces of a moan working their way through his throat. I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh.
"Draco." He said my name. I smiled as I kissed him.
It was enough.