The feeling of Draco’s hands carding through his hair made Harry’s spine turn into jelly with sheer relief, having failed to realise just how scared he had been of Draco’s rejection. This already felt like asking too much, but Harry knew he would keep asking for more, for as long as Draco provided it so willingly and easily.<br/>Almost able to convince himself that this was still allowed, Harry’s adjusted his grip around Draco’s shirt, both hands instead finding his waist and egging him closer, desperate to drown any sense of rationality in this delusion.