Draco was making fast work of Harry’s waistcoat, grinning at the idea of himself wearing an uniform as well. It had never even crossed his mind, having been perfectly comfortable in his own clothes and no one had made any comment on what he was wearing.<br/>“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He asked with a crooked grin, pushing the waistcoat off Harry’s shoulders with practiced ease as he started on the buttons on the shirt underneath.<br/>As he got the first couple of buttons of Harry’s shirt loose, he placed a kiss to his collarbone, not minding the mindless chatting, but now that Harry was willing and in front of him, Draco was not going to deprive himself of it.<br/>“I will say, it<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>fun to get to take you out of it.”