Harry chuckled and decided to toe the ever-disappearing line between them. If Draco was going to keep touching him, he felt it was only fair that he could do the same. He shuffled along the bench so that they were pressed closer than ever, shoulder to thigh. Draco tensed, but not for long. His right hand continued playing the melody, while his left temporarily abandoned the keys to press warmly against the inside Harry’s thigh.  