It felt like far too much for Harry to point out that it wasn’t the first time that he had undressed in front of Draco, even if the former times had been for completely different purposes. It wasn’t that Draco had forgotten that Harry tended to were a shit load of clothes, it was just that it felt so much more juvenile when he had to help remove them.<br/>As Harry removed both undershirts, Draco noticed the circle that he had drawn on Harry’s chest, glad to see how it had held up, even if it wasn’t the thought that most occupied his mind. Instead, he carefully placed his hands on Harry’s shoulders again and this time ran them over his chest.<br/>“Not like this,” Draco pointed out, taking note of the fact that Harry’s chest seemed softer than it had been the other times that Draco had seen him. He ha no idea whether or not he was actually right, but it seemed that Harry hadn’t been able to upkeep a strict training regime while at the manor, causing his muscled to be less defined. It made Draco soft to think that his stay here had made any difference at all, much more so a difference that was as noticeable as that.