Harry’s ministrations made the breath hitch in Draco’s throat, having not expected Harry to give in so easily to what little prompting that Draco gave him. It felt surreal, especially considering how many times Draco himself had snuck out of bed without a warning. It briefly made his grip on Harry’s hair tighten, unsure how to handle himself in a situation that felt this new.<br/>It always seemed that Harry knew exactly which buttons to press, exactly what was going to drive Draco mad, and it was impossible to not just lean back and let him.<br/>“Exactly,” Draco stated, his voice tight with anticipation and excitement.