Harry beamed at that, but knowing better than to make a big deal of it. Hearing not only that Draco was happy but that he was aware of it took a huge weight off of Harry's shoulders, feeling deeply reassured that all he was feeling was mutual.<br/>Wanting to say to much, but not knowing how to say it without letting it get out of hand, Harry just once again hugged Draco closer, pressing a kiss to the other's hair.<br/><br/>____________<br/><br/>Harry had been asleep for several hours when he once again started stirring. Laying on his back, it had started as a small twitch of his hand, the movements irregular but increasing in frequency. His fingers had drummed against his own chest through out most of it, until the twitch became so violent that his entire arm jerked, flexing his bicep and pulling his hand to his shoulder. At that, Harry frowned, groaning as he roughly turned his head into the pillow and away from Draco.<br/>After another still moment, Harry sucked in air through his teeth and startled opened his eyes. He flexed his hand but his arm remained bent despite the discomfort of the position, and with a distressed, but clear voice he said. "Let go of me."