Not having it in him to fully suppress a laugh, Harry let out a surprised little huff at Draco's question. Harry felt like he was overflowing with giddy happiness, finding that laughs and smiles came almost too easily.<br/>"Yeah," Harry breathed, his smile still wide.<br/>Harry spoke with no sense of urgency, and the same easiness translated to his touch. Having read the consent in Draco's smile, Harry's grip around Draco's hip once grew purposeful. Pushing at the other, Harry urged Draco back onto his back.<br/>"You've said it a lot lately," Harry went on, shifting to fill the space he had created between them. He pushed himself up, almost seating upright on the mattress.<br/>His hand had wandered from Draco's hip to his knee, gently but purposefully pushing at it. Slowly kneeling into the space created between Draco's thighs, Harry's smile finally wavered.<br/>For a moment, it seemed apparent in the way Harry's lips had parted, that his mind had clouded. However, the expression didn't last long - in fact, it was only moment after replaced with another adoring and toothy smile.<br/>It was a hard line to stay on, finding Draco to be so familiar yet moving to become intimate in a way they had yet to be. Harry's movements reflected that; a comfortable but slow pace, every touch gentle with adoration.<br/>When he finally, almost lazily, leaned into the embrace, the feeling of Draco's hips slotted against Harry's own once again sent a shiver down his neck. While Draco was barely dressed, Harry was wearing both a shirt and heavy pajamas bottoms. Still every fiber in his being already felt wound up in anticipation.<br/>"I think it bares repeating, though," Harry added with a grin, words spoken against Draco's jaw, before pressing a kiss beneath Draco's ear.