Pink lips were moving. That's all Draco could process at his level of tipsy; he had stopped paying attention at least a half an hour ago. He had turned to just smiling and nodding, basing his responses on how Harry was saying them. He was just talking.
Just. Talking.
Merlin, Draco wanted more. So much more.
Those pink and kissable lips where soon deterred from there prior engagement as they were now kissing Draco's quite passionately. Saliva, lips, teeth, tongue all flowed together as the two of them snogged in the corner booth of bar, three sheets to the wind.
The blonde scooted closer and closer to Harry as they kissed. Lips moving fast paced and hungry. Hands clawed in hair, alcohol was tasted and ignored for the genuine taste of each other. The lust around them was over powering, and Draco couldn't fight it anymore. He ended up straddling "The Boy Who Livedohe Boy Who L straddling the boy who the y kissed. Lips moving fast paced and hungry. Hands clasponses on how Harry i."
Draco finally pulled back with a smirk. "I love it when you shut up,"
Harry could only blush and lean back up for another kiss.