Draco Malfoy was nervous. Harry would have never thought it possible. He was very highly amused at this situation and decided that he rather enjoyed seeing him this nervous. With a smirk, instead of responding with words, Harry leaned in and pressed a firm kiss of his own to Draco's lips. He really hadn't the foggiest of what he was doing. Unlike most of his classmates, Harry lacked the personal relationship experience. If you counted his clumsy date with Cho or his awkward attempts with Ginny as a date, well, he had a few, but not very many. And up til now, he hadn't done more than a kiss.
"Now, come on then, and stop thinking, or we'll never make it to the theatre," chastised Harry softly, though he did inch a bit closer to Draco as he spoke, as if to reassure him that this was something that he wanted.