Upon hearing that, Harry tilted his head towards Draco, his eyes still trying to adjust to the light. As the realisation of what Draco had just said crept in, a smile appeared on his features.<br/>"Really?" Harry's voice was soft and hoarse from the sleep, unable to distinguish this from a dream.<br/>He was still grinning from ear to ear when Harry once again pushed his glasses onto his forehead to rub at his eyes, while blindly searching for Draco's hand with the other. Upon finally finding it, Harry intertwined his fingers with Draco's. "You're too good to me."