Harry couldn’t help but snort a laugh at that, finding that Draco was seeing himself short. Certainly, Draco wasn’t engaging company, but he offered a point of gravity in the room that made Harry being there seem appropriate. He couldn’t imagine spending his evenings alone in the living room, nor withdrawing to his room immediately after dinner. Draco probably failed to realize that Harry’s comfort was directly dependent on his presence.<br/>“I think I will head off,” he eventually caved with an exhale, wrangling himself up from the soft, low seat of the arm chair. Standing, he stretched again, his shoulders stiff and tight, before tossing the book back into the chair for tomorrow evening.<br/>While it wasn’t the direct line to the door, Harry circled Draco’s desk the other way to glance at Draco’s work the right way up, some interest present in his gaze despite his drowsiness.<br/>He hummed a small acknowledgement of the work, though it would be a stretch to say it made much sense to him.<br/>Thoughtlessly, Harry reached for Draco, brushing a touch to the exposed line of the side of Draco’s neck. Draco had only just adjusted his hair, laying neatly down the centre of his back, and Harry had to admit to himself it was more out of instinct than necessity.<br/>“Remember to get some sleep, yeah?” Harry grinned, knowing by now that this was as much as he could reasonably ask of Draco - to even make it to bed.<br/>His fingers ghosted a caress across the soft skin beneath Draco’s ear, before withdrawing them completely as he stepped away and Draco became out of reach. “‘night, Draco.”