Draco's touch sent a shiver down Harry's spine, barely registering the fact that Draco's fingers had brushed across a patch of tattooed skin. Too focused on trying to take the sight of Draco in, Harry barely understood the question; when he finally managed to put two and two together, Harry leaned back slightly, seating himself back onto his feet.<br/>He glanced down at Draco's pale fingers against skin. "Yeah."<br/>Harry's answer was a laughing exhale, humoured by Draco's evident surprise. Harry's eyes found Draco's, but the other's attention was clearly on the tattoo, and Harry had to abandon the hope to brush it over quickly. Instead, Harry's hands found Draco's hips, his fingers once again finding their way under the edge of Draco's pants. "It's not a proper tattoo though; A friend did it in high school."