Relishing Draco's proximity, however brief it might have been, Harry was quick to close his eyes, stretching into the kiss.<br/>"You're going to wear a slightly wrinkly shirt rather than to humour me, huh?" he teased as he once again opened his eyes, heart sinking at the confirmation that Draco had yet again stepped away. It was silly, and not enough to wash away the smile from his face, and such, Harry finally got up.<br/>Once again finding Draco within reach, Harry brushed his hand across Draco's midriff, tugging at the other's shirt, though not managing to fully untucking it. "You got dressed so quickly."<br/>In any other context, Harry's words might have resonated with heavy implications, yet the juvenile air about him deafened any other lingering conversations. Harry's smile was still bright and the tease remained in his eyes, as he finally, with a sigh, turned to exit the bedroom.<br/>From the hallway, the sound of Teddy's bedroom door opening was heard; followed by, moments later, a soft: "buddy, we have to get up - we overslept."