The communication seemed to work, and soon Draco was lying down next to Harry; their lips having never separated. It was like walking into a small coffee shop on a cold winter day, after having been walking around outside for many hours. It was intense, but only due to how soft it all felt. Every little touch sent chills through him, but Draco welcomed them, instead of questioning them.<br/>He softly placed his hands on Harry's waist, mostly to have something to do with them, but also to pull himself a little closer to him.