Harry couldn't help but laugh at that, turning his head slightly away from the pillow and further into Draco's hand. For some reason, Draco's ambiguous response was more comforting than him having a preference, and, just as inexplicable as Harry's own reaction to it, it seemed to warm his heart.<br/>There was still a broad grin on Harry's face as he reached out to pull Draco closer. Harry's hand found the curve of Draco's waist, even though it had remained on top of the duvet cover, not wanting to do anything that might disturb the easiness of their exchange.<br/>Once Draco was within reach, Harry pressed the bridge of his nose close to the crook of Draco's neck.<br/>"Yeah, it's nice, isn't it?" he said, his voice a low tease, as he almost theatrically nuzzled closer to Draco. Harry knew their conversation wouldn't disturb Teddy in any way, but it was as if conversations spoken in bed shouldn't be more than just a whisper.