That was the comment that finally turned Harry's many grins into a laugh. It was short and airy, but a evidently a pleased sound; there was such an ease about Draco's comment that it had made the hairs on Harry's neck stand. He ran his fingers down Draco's hips, pressing against the soft and newly exposed skin of the other's outer thigh, wanting to push the pants further down.<br/>"I'm not trying to get in them, I'm trying to get you out of them," he corrected, his lips once again curling into a smile, before once again finding that he had to glance back down at his undertaking, sensing how one of the pantlegs had caught on something.<br/>Finally turning his attention fully to the trousers and, subsequently, Draco's exposed upper thighs, it was impossible for Harry not to notice a series of pink scars in different stages of healing. They were no larger than a dime and scattered across Draco's milky skin, and the immediate recognition made Harry's mouth go dry.<br/>There was a pause where Harry considered the best course of action before finally deciding that it was none of his business. Instead, Harry ran his fingers underneath the caught fabric, immediately noticing the tightness of yet another strap.<br/>"- doesn't seem like they want to collaborate, though." His eyes darted upwards towards Draco, and tough the new knowledge was evident in his eyes, the grin remained unchanged. Once again looking down, Harry started pushing the fabric back up Draco's legs in search for another buckle.<br/>Overwhelmed by it all, he couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Mate, how many belts<span style="font-style: italic">are</span>you wearing, this is never ending -"