"No," Harry exhaled, a smile to his lips. There was a laughing airiness to his answer, though almost as importantly, a sense of disbelief. Harry was utterly shocked that they were going through with it, yet the feeling of Draco's hand in his hair did little to talk sense to him.<br/>In the restitutionary period that seemed to follow the definitive decision that they were going to sleep together, Harry moved closer.<br/>In one cohesive motion, Harry sat up, kneeling between Draco's thighs as his hand yet again moved up Draco's thigh, though this time below the fabric of the dress.<br/>By the time Harry was settled, Draco's dress had pulled up so far on one side that Harry with his other hand could pull it further up. By that time, Harry was also grinning, brows furrowing in a tease. "Who could possibly dislike dresses?"