Dammit but Draco was shaking, and he was near begging. He wanted this. Not just to have contact, to touch another human being after he had been without for so long, but to hold another, to make love to the man he had loved for as long as he had loved Harry Potter.

His hand gripped tightly at the other man's, moving up the stairs, nearly taking them two at a time. His hand moved, gesturing at the door, opening it with speechless magic rather than a key.

The moment they cleared the threshold he turned, using his hand to close the door, and then he was pushing the other man back against the door. "I've missed you, Potter. More than I can find words for."