Harry hummed at the gesture; the sound was somewhere between a laugh and an attempt to express what was going through Harry's mind in that moment. He had come to some sort of conclusion, knowing Draco would have to be the one to set the pace between them, and Harry couldn't help but feel immensely lucky to experience first the feeling of Draco's hands around his wrist, and then, moments after, the feeling of Draco's bare waist.<br/>Unable to prevent it, a broad smile managed to interrupt the kiss, as Harry's hand carefully ran up Draco's side, being very aware of keeping it as far away from his scarred chest, while simultaneously doing everything in his power to memorize the feeling of Draco's soft skin under his fingertips. As his hand reached the middle of the ribs, it moved to the middle of Draco's back, before gently tugging the other closer.<br/>"How are you real?" he muttered, his words almost drowned out by the proximity, as Harry's lips once again found Draco's.