While it probably wasn’t said as a joke, it made Harry chuckle regardless. It didn’t make him feel resentful, sympathising with the sentiment. Kissing Draco was an increasingly selfish act, much more so settling in his arms. Harry had reached a point in his life where he was in the position to demand this sort of affection, having years ago come to terms with the fact that physical affection was just as much a necessity for him to function as physical intimacy.<br/>Draco’s gentle touches made Harry shiver and his heart do somersaults.<br/>“Happy to help,” he said with a smile, hand slipping from Draco’s waist to his hip, a boyish tease as Harry’s hand skimmed across familiar dimples.