As Draco gave in to the encouragement, Harry was happy to once again welcome his proximity in a lazy embrace. Loosely, he wrapped both arms around Draco’s neck, the question pulling at the corner of his mouth.<br/>“That was never the issue,” he corrected, his eyeline tilted to one side as he, for the first time today, got to run his hands through Draco’s hair. Sitting up, Draco’s hair fell heavy across his bare shoulders, making Harry’s stomach flip in an entirely different way than getting to witness it sprawled across his pillow.<br/>When Harry once again met Draco’s eye, his smile widened, reinvigorated, as he pulled him even closer.<br/>“I just didn’t want you to leave,” he admitted, barely an inch from Draco’s lips, punctuating the sentence with a kiss.