It always seemed as if Harry managed to take Draco completely aback, making his head spin and his knees weak, even if it had only been moments since Draco had been the one with the upper hand. He couldn’t exactly say that it was something he minded, thriving on the way that he felt whenever he was with Harry, but he also knew better than to try and get his hopes up too high. He knew what they were and for now that was more than enough for him, knowing that Harry was there and that he was there for<span style="font-style: italic">him</span>.<br/>“I was really rather trying to,” he stated with a soft laugh in his voice, mostly undermined by how breathless he was becoming by Harry’s ministrations. It seemed almost like too much, far more than what Draco actually felt like he deserved, but he wasn’t about to use this moment to develop a rational line of thought.<br/>“But then you went soft on me,” he added with a push to his shirt, as if only just now remembering what he had been doing when Harry decided to tell him all those sweet nothings.