It would be a stretch to say the hours had gone by quickly, but they had without a doubt been comfortable. Harry had slumped deeper and deeper into the soft embrace of the armchair, his head tipped back against the headrest as he watched Draco work.<br/>The precision with which Draco worked was nothing short of enthralling, liking to see how Draco’s hands moved, skillfully unraveling the spell. Draco had removed his wand from his hair, and at some point, the fine blond strands had started falling over the line of his shoulder, a curtain of silver catching the light every now and then.<br/>In an attempt to calm the itch to reach out and brush them back, Harry had started picking at his wand, thoughtlessly turning it between his hands.<br/>When Draco called on him, Harry straightened his posture, having dozed off.<br/>As soon as the question sunk in, a smile pulled at his lips, thrilled at the offer.<br/>“Yeah,” he answered. “Would love to.”