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“No,” Harry whispered. Draco’s sweater was thinner than he expected, and he could feel the heat from his body bleeding through against his hand.

Draco placed his other hand over Harry’s, pressing it against his chest harder.

“And I’ve a heartbeat, don’t I?” Draco asked.

“Yes.”

“Do I feel like a ghost, Potter?”

Harry shook his head in the negative.

“And what about a vision?” Draco asked, studying Harry carefully. “Is this that you’d see in the Mirror?”

Draco’s tone was flippant, but Harry could see in his eyes that he wanted. He wanted the answer to be yes, he wanted to be the thing Harry longed for most in the world. And of course the answer was yes, but old habits die hard and he wasn’t giving Draco any easy victories, no matter how small.

“No,” he said, pausing, and Draco’s shoulders fell, only slightly, before he composed himself, a bit more guarded than before.

“Then I’m not a vision, obviously,” he said, his voice tight around his nonchalance.

“If this were the Mirror, you’d be shorter,” Harry said.

Draco snorted, the tension falling from him.

“What? If I were having to conjure you up from memory, do you really think I’d give you this many advantages? The height, the hair, the—” Harry trailed off, and in a mad moment of bravery, ran a finger along Draco’s cheekbone. Those hadn’t changed much in the time since he’d last seen him, but they were still beautiful, and unfairly so. “I think I’d imagine you more in my league.”

“As if I ever was,” Draco smiled, pressing his cheek into Harry’s hand.

Harry paused, seeing himself as if from the outside, one hand on Draco’s chest, the other on his cheek, and he was struck with the improbability of this very moment ever being real. And yet it was.

“What are we doing?” Harry whispered, his eyes darting from Draco’s eyes down to his lips.

“Don’t act like you didn’t know exactly where this was going the moment you brought up the bloody album.”

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted it to go there, still,” Harry replied.

“Harry, it’s all I’ve wanted since I was eleven years old,” Draco said, ducking his head and bringing his lips to meet Harry’s in one swift movement.

Harry’s breath caught as they kissed, relishing the moment that seemed to last forever and not long enough all at once.