Harry’s hands trembled ever so slightly as they undid his belt, button, and fly, and pushed his trousers and boxers both to the ground and stepped out of them. He gave a small grateful nod when Draco said, "Cleansing spell?" he was prepared, but still shuddered lightly at the strange tingling sensation. For a moment, they simply looked at one another, before they shared a nervous, shy grin, and Draco nodded at the bed, "How do you want to...?" he trailed off meaningfully.