Draco chuckled softly against his neck, the cool, collective, sexy Draco from before making a reappearance. Harry didn’t understand how he did it - Harry felt like he was a jittering bag of nerves in comparison, and liable to come if even a light breeze caught him at the right angle. Draco though seemed to have it all under control, sliding his hands under Harry’s hips to manhandle him first onto his back, and then to slap Harry’s hands away so he could undo his trousers himself. There was something undeniably sexy about the way that Draco lifted Harry’s hips up to pull his clothes down his legs. He chucked them over his shoulder, and they landed with a soft thump.