Harry would have answered that had Draco's hand not found its way to his hair. The tug of his hair sent a shiver down his spine, leaving Harry lips parted, more in surprise than in responsiveness. When Draco leaned in to kiss him, Harry readily reciprocated.<br/>Unable to let go of Draco, yet still desperately needing to feel the other, Harry's grip around Draco's waist loosened. Instead, his hands wandered across the small of Draco's back, finding purpose at Draco's hips. The stark feeling of fabric under his hands only added to the realisation, that Harry would much prefer it if that too came off. Not confident enough to act on that idea, yet being fully unable to push it out of his mind, Harry's fingers circled Draco's hips, thumbs pressing into the crease formed by Draco's thigh as he lifted Draco another few inches closer.