One of my favorite headcanons is that Draco is absolutely obsessed with the small of Harry’s back.
And he won’t admit it of course, but he takes every opportunity he can to touch it. Resting his hand at the base of Harry’s spine possesively at ministry functions, placing both hands there and tugging the other man close as he ravishes his mouth after a long day at work, flipping him over and mesmerizing the area with his tongue while they fuck, grabbing onto Harry by the shoulders and dragging his cock up his body and resting it at the curve where his spine meets his arse, sucking his ear into his mouth and whispering every single thing he plans to do to him while rutting against him and making Harry nearly cry in desperation.
And Draco doesn’t know if he likes that one spot so much because Harry is so responsive when he touches it, or if Harry has become responsive solely because of the extra attention Draco pays that one particular area of his body.
All Draco knows is that after awhile all it takes is him casually slipping his hand under Harry’s shirt while at the Grangers for dinner, innocently stroking a finger back and forth under his the top of his jeans, then using his thumb to trace circles in the small dip before Harry is short of breath and dragging Draco down the hallway yelling something about a fake work emergency that Draco knows neither Ron nor Hermione believe.
But Draco doesn’t care because it makes him feel heady and drunk knowing how much he can affect Harry, and how much he wants him.
And maybe that’s what it’s really about, because for the longest time Draco felt like he wanted the other man more but in those moments he knows with utter certainty they are equal in everything including their desire for each other.