But what pleased him was to pull away, because those tentative touches felt like fire sliding over his skin and Draco hissed in a breath at how unexpected it was, and then pulled away enough that he could watch her hands sliding over his shirt, down his arms - he wasn't sure what prompted it past the need to feel her hands on more of his skin, but a second later he'd pulled the teeshirt up and off, dropping it beside her on the bed.