Draco hummed are the answer as he pushed Harry’s cardigan to the side, immediately staring to work in the buttons on Harry’s pajama shirt instead. It was better the less Draco managed to think, just allowing his fingers to work without thinking about how badly he wanted to run a hand over the exposed skin.<br/>That was not for him, but right now.<br/>“Alright,” Draco stated, a little worried that Harry would’ve felt no change in his condistion, but at least that meant that it hadn’t gotten any worse either. He was going to have to wait on the result of his test, but he hoped that maybe he would have managed to slow it down.<br/>“At least this means that it hasn’t gotten any worse either,” Draco noted, pushing the pajama shirt aside as well and finding himself surprised that that was the last layer. He tried not to think too much of it, but he knew that this wasn’t the norm.<br/>Gingerly, his hands turned to his hair, wrapping the wand out and allowing his hair to fall, cascading down his back and around his shoulders.<br/>“You ready?”