The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as soft lips caressed his ear. The voice was too close, too low to place, and Harry's eyes began to slip closed as his body responded to such intimacy for the first time in what seemed like years. Sweat broke out anew on at his temples and his heart beat faster. "I- No. No. Keep dancing."
It was mesmerizing, feeling himself grow hard, become breathless, skin rippling with awareness. He hadn't reacted to anyone since Regulus, nor anyone else other than Draco, and Harry couldn't believe he had missed these sensations for so long.