Harry easily gave into the caresses, exhaling slowly and deeply under Draco's touch. The gentle weight of Draco's hands against his scalp made his eyes flutter shut, feeling like he could fully sink into Draco's embrace.<br/>Lying this close, all Harry could hear was the beating of Draco's heart; even Draco's speech sounded muddled, though he heard the air leave his lungs when saying the words out loud. He hummed a response to what mighy have been a question.<br/>Blindly, Harry too shifted, brushing a hand up the length of Draco's side, fibgertips gingerly trailing the line where Draco's skin met the sheets. With another little, pleased sound, Harry's fingers dipped below this line, returning the closeness of the embrace with a hand resting against Draco's shoulderblade, fingers just barely curled around his shoulder.