When Draco phrased the question, Harry gave it more contemplation that he had when the Mind Healer had asked him. It was easier here, finding himself under far less scrutiny to be quick and correct.<br/>“Well, I’m not there, am I,” he mused, his voice small. Draco’s repeated caresses lulled him to the brink of sleep, only kept awake by the lingering endorphins still in his bloodstream.