Harry could never resist Draco's touch. A casual brush during class had his fingers itching to reach out and entwine themselves with the blond's own. The tickle of Draco's fingers up the inside of his wrist before embracing made Harry shiver in delight.
And, when Draco's tongue worked its way between parted lips as they were tucked away in a broom closet, Harry squirmed in delight because he knew he had Draco all to himself and he could touch him as much as he wanted.
And that made them both very happy.