Pulled from his sleep, Harry blinked his eyes open, the furrow persistent between his brows as he adjusted to the light of the room. It took him a few moments to recognize the fact that Draco’s hand had been against his forehead, the warmth of Draco’s skin indistinguishable from the warm air of the room<br/>Harry’s eyes fell shut again, though he didn’t seem intent on going back to sleep.<br/>“Yeah,” he muddled, less a question and more an acknowledgement of the fact that he was awake.<br/>He readjusted his grip around his pillow, searching for a cool side of the cotton, before resettling, body and mind heavy. “Good morning.”