Draco shivered as Theodore spoke, knowing of course that he would keep quiet. That he wouldn't tell anyone about what they were doing- if they did anything.
His hands slid to the top button of Theodore's shirt, shaking slightly as he began to undo them one at a time, breathing heavily against Theodore's lips.
"I don't know how you do what you do to me," Draco murmured. "I don't know how it's happened. I don't know-" he ran his fingers over Theodore's skin as it was bared to him.