Harry hummed at that, unable to fully grasp that these words were no longer just thoughts in Harry's mind, but words on Draco's lips. Harry had for months tried to wrap his head around what Draco was actually doing with him, and how exactly they had come down this common trail after everything that had happened, and had each time given up on finding any reason behind it.<br/>Now, however, in the twilight of his room, with Draco's bare skin under his hand, Harry felt bold enough to attempt an answer.<br/>"Don't hang me up on it in the morning," he started, shifting his position slightly in order to, yet again, place his focus upon Draco's features. In a movement that appeared parallel to the trail his eyes had taken, Harry's hand moved upwards from Draco's waist to his ribs. The proximity made it apparent how Harry's gaze flickered between Draco's eyes, as a careful smile grew on his lips. "But I think we deserve it."