The subtle shift of Draco's hands loosening around Harry in favour for his shirt made a chill run down Harry's spine. The moment Draco tugged at his shirt, Harry could feel the fabric briefly tighten against his skin, suddenly making everything feel so very real.<br/>Not wanting to do anything to discourage Draco's touches, Harry let go of the other's hip in order to instead catch the buttons of his own shirt. After a moment of consideration, Harry's hand brushed against Draco's hand instead. Inevitably, the movements and the sudden task ahead, caused Harry's lips to leave Draco's, if only just an inch.<br/>"You want to?" he asked, his voice surprisingly clear as he met his eye, not wanting to overstep.