Harry pulled the jersey smoothly over his head in one move and was suddenly extremely glad that the match had been as short as it was, and he still smelt of the body wash he’d used that morning. The small gasp that escaped Draco at the sight of Harry’s bare chest made Harry shudder, and arousal thrill through his groin. He shuffled across the room, until he was close enough for Draco to touch if he would just lean forward and try. He ran his thumb suggestively across the waistband of his trousers, and just the thought of being naked in front of Draco had him more than half hard in his boxers.