____<br/><br/>Harry laid flat on his back, his chest heaving with slow, steady breaths. There was such a growing sense of familiarity about this bed, having woken up to the same fuzzy moulding for the past month. What wasn’t familiar was the divot to his side, the weight of a body on the mattress besides him.<br/>Harry didn’t need to turn his head to be aware of Draco, frighteningly in tune with the way Draco filled a room. Draco was absolutely magnetic, Harry so desperately drawn to him with such an ingrained need to prove his worth to him, no matter the fashion. Every ounce of affection Draco returned sent Harry’s mind and heart reeling, continuously seeking to repeat that sensation.<br/>With Harry’s skin cooling where it was exposed to air, Draco’s mere presence was a heart source in the chill of the room, the warmth enough to send needles across Harry’s skin.<br/>Exhausted, he closed his eyes, unable to conjure a coherent thought besides an unmistakable feeling of building dread.