Draco knew all the signs well. He cut himself off so often, usually with a stinging retort that sent most people stomping off in the other direction. He was so good at that, but he wanted the opposite here. "We wouldn't be us then," he shrugged easily, turning around, pausing their walk for a moment.
"Since we can't go back, like you always tell me, we will move forward." He bent just a little bit, having an inch or so on the dark haired man. He was taking a chance, a huge one, but it was the right chance. His hand swept over Harry's cheek and he kissed him, a little hesitant, but definitely more than a peck. If anything was forward, he was the picture of it now.