Harry watched Draco move as if in a haze, caught off guard by the blurred line between professionalism and intimacy he displayed. It made Harry loose his train of thought, surprised by the clear tonal difference between them, and yet he readily moved with Draco even before his mind could catch up. Unprompted, Harry moved the book aside and eased the angle of his knees, withouth hesitation creating room for the other man to fill.<br/>Harry barely registered the question, the weight of Draco's body against his deafening any other coherent thought.<br/>In order to meet Draco's line of sight, Harry tipped his head back against the pillows, reluctant to increase the distance between them but interested in letting Draco see this decision through. He did, however, encourage it, hands finding Draco's hips.<br/>"Like what?" he asked, if nothing else then to win time. He spoke with his lungs devout of air, barely a mutter, but his mind was static and he could barely hear himself.