It was impossible for Draco to say when exactly he had started feeling so safe in Harry’s arms, but there really was no denying how he was feeling, as he lay with his head resting on Harry’s chest, his arms vaguely around Draco, as he played with his hair. It hadn’t always been part of the deal, the cuddling afterwards, in fact, Draco had usually been fairly quick to get out, but the closer they got and the more time they spent together, the more Draco found himself delaying his departure.<br/>“Yeah?” Draco prompted, knowing that it wasn’t a pleasant subject, but wanting Harry to keep talking. He felt calm as he lay and listened to Harry, liking that he could finally trust Draco with topics like that. Over the time they had spent together, Draco found that they were almost becoming friends, the sex simply being a bonus to the entire ordeal.<br/>“I find that hard to believe,” Draco added, having known that Harry had been in several death defying situations before his cellar.