When Draco didn't object to Harry's hands on his skin, Harry's hands continued to softly trail Draco's midriff, before finally and clumsily catching the bottom hem of Draco's shirt with his hands.<br/>The way Draco was sitting left little to no room between their chests, leaving his hands dangerously close to the waistband of Draco's trousers, as Harry tentatively and blindly fidgeted with the bottom button of the shirt.