Based on this prompt.
Harry couldn’t help but snicker at the outraged expression on Draco’s face.
“What in the name of Merlin is going on?” he grumbled as he wiped off the confetti of his shoulder.
“Well,” Harry began, trying hard not to laugh out loud. That would only make Draco angrier. “It seems we walked right into a Muggle parade.”
Draco huffed, grabbing the hem of his shirt to shake off more confetti. Harry’s eyes immediately fell to his exposed stomach, making him gulp. The urge to touch Draco was getting stronger every day now.