There was no hesitation in Draco now. Not with Potter on his heels. Heading straight for the stairs, only making it about half way up them before he turned to Harry. His fingers gripped the other man's robe, jerking him close.

The kiss was hard, needful, desperate for so much more and yet unable to wait, not even a few more steps, to taste the man he had missed for all this time.

His hand fairly shook, tongue plundering Harry's mouth, tasting him with a soft sound that anyone that didn't know the man Draco held himself to be might have been a whimper.