The question made Harry’s heart jump, the surprise enough that the shudder that raked through him was visible. It was entirely inappropriate, Draco’s explicit insistence leaving little room for deniability considering just how many people were just outside of earshot, and yet Harry’s head was spinning, unable to care about any of it. He remained put, too close yet nowhere near enough, every fiber of his being tightly wound.<br/>“Fucking hell, Draco,” Harry choked, his voice thick in his throat.<br/>His eyes had dipped to where his hand met Draco’s trousers, wishing he was able to match the boldness of Draco’s words through touch. He wasn’t, feeling like putty beneath Draco’s attention.<br/>Harry paused for a moment, either in consideration or to allow his mind to uncloud.<br/>“Yeah,” he eventually answered, the reply so pitifully easy it sent a thrill down Harry’s spine. “I really do.”