Harry let go of Draco’s shirt without resistance, allowing Draco to push the button up off of him. The way Draco trailed the line of his shoulders and arms sent shivers down Harry’s spine, the first real contact against bare skin, his undershirt just a short sleeve.<br/>However odd it seemed, Draco had bore witness to Harry undressing a multitude of times and it was impossible that he hadn’t taken notice of how many layers Harry wore on a daily basis. But then again, Harry figured, it might be a different experience when Draco had to be the one to peel the layers back himself.<br/>The laugh that escaped Draco was certainly different, doing a better job of getting under his skin than Draco’s plethora of tests had ever done.<br/>"Don’t act surprised," Harry grinned, though the sound was more a hitched breath than a true laugh. Harry felt Draco’s laugh shimmer through his veins, one of the most magnificent sounds he had ever heard.<br/>Wanting to deliver on anything Draco asked of him, Harry shifted his weight to his back leg, creating a greater distance between the two of them. He picked his glasses off his nose, unceremoniously tossing them to the armchair flanking the fireplace.<br/>The chuckle became clearer in Harry’s voice as he gripped the back collar of his shirts, eyes meeting Draco’s with a shared joke. "This, we’ve done before."<br/>With ease and without bashful reservations, Harry pulled both shirts off in one swift motion.