Harry hummed softly as Draco's hands touched his face, inattentively stretching further in order to better meet Draco at his height. His hands still had a firm grip on Draco's waist; partially in order to keep himself in balance, partially because he didn't want to let go of the other.<br/>Harry's heart was already beating too fast, and he was painfully aware of the feeling of Draco's shirt under his palms. He desperately wanted to feel Draco (to say that he wanted<span style="font-style: italic">Draco</span>was probably more fitting), and with a muted groan, he softly pulled at the fabric.