"It can be if you want it too," the words left his mouth before he had even consciously thought them. Draco froze imperceptibly, even the rise and fall of his chest stopping mid breath. One second, two seconds, then three, and Draco’s chest finally began sailing smoothly up and down. Draco separated his hands from where they were gripped behind his head and rested them in his lap. He swallowed, his eyes pinning Harry in place as they took him in hungrily. The entire time, Harry felt as if he had been welded to the floor. He flexed his toes against the carpet to ground himself, and waited to see what Draco would say.