When Draco’s hand moved closer to a spot nearer Harry’s heart, a shudder went through him, Draco’s touch reaching further beneath his skin than before. It sent a shiver up Harry’s spine, too intoxicated by Draco to even consider it something worth mentioning, to him just another pity admissal of his infatuation. He only hummed, certain that Draco could feel the beating of his heart, now that he had allowed his hand to linger. Despite the slow pace of their touches, Harry found it thrilling, only amplified by the grandeur of the room around them.<br/>“This far?” Harry clarified, eyes still on Draco as his index finger trailed another inch up Draco’s thigh, a reasonable enough interpretation of the distance Draco had marked on Harry’s chest.