Draco wasn't really gifted at small talk. He could manage it on occasion. But that was a skill that his father could do for hours. Draco, however, was less patient. And prone to urges and human needs. He was often that way with most things. But more so now with Harry in the same room with him. He saw the look in the eyes and knew right off what he wanted. And needed. The moment the dark-haired male had reached for him, Draco obliged and moved closer to him, pressed softly to him with Potter's back to the door.
His hand caressed upon his cheek, cupping his face in palms. He stared. But unable to hold off any longer, and actions felt more meaningful than speech right now, firmly pressed his lips to Harry's. He was kissing him with passion, desire. And need. He had missed this. The feel, the taste. It had really been too long. Draco moaned as their lips touched and he deepened the kiss. As he did, his hands wandered over his back, lips locked and moving as he pressed against him.