Harry couldn't seemingly get enough of Draco, but still he did everything possible not to overstep; Draco had once backed off, and no matter what he had told him, Harry was still certain that he had come across too intensely. That being said, Harry was also painfully aware of the many layers of clothes between Draco -  what was<span style="font-style: italic">actually</span>Draco - and his hands. Unable to resist, Harry's hands momentarily let go of Draco's waist; just to, moments later, grip it again under the other's jacket.<br/>The dress shirt was impossibly soft against Harry's hands, just as Draco's lips were impossibly soft against his lips. Driven by that, Harry once again pulled the other closer, his thumbs moving slightly upwards, tracing the curve where he knew Draco's ribs ended. The touch was too much and too intimate, Harry could almost tell himself that, but the feeling of Draco's curves and angles through the thin shirt helped ground Harry; they helped confirm that Draco was<span style="font-style: italic">real</span>and that this was actually happening.