Harry hummed at the sensation of Draco's hands in his hair, willingly moving in closer at the other's direction. His own hand slipped from Draco's neck to his hip, using that to support part of his weight as he leaned another bit forward.<br/>While every ounce of logical thinking begged him to stop before things got out of hand, his finger's still trailed the curve of Draco's hipbone, desperately itching to tug the fabric aside.