Draco was listening, no matter how heavy his eyelids were growing and how comfortable he was, he knew that it was likely only a matter of time before Harry grew tired of him lying there and would ask him to move. That didn’t make what he was telling Draco less interesting though, Draco slowly realising that he really didn’t know much about what had been going on from Harry’s side during the war.<br/>He had been kept too busy with things among the Death Eaters and at the manor that he had never gotten to give anything a second though, but now Draco had all the time in the world to listen to what Harry had actually gone through.<br/>“I can see that,” Draco stated, even if he wasn’t sure if he could. He had been terrified of dying throughout the entire thing, desperately staying on everybody’s good side, just to make sure that he would make it out of the war alive.<br/>He wasn’t sure how well he had succeeded in that.<br/>“Sometimes I can’t believe they expected a teenager to save the world,” Draco stated, eyes closed and mostly speaking into Harry’s chest. “A child even.”