There was something about feeling Harry grin against his lips that Draco was never going to get sick of. It kept Draco coming back for more, as his one hand again found Harry’s hair, finding that to be the best confirmation that this was real. Good things so rarely happened to Draco that he always found it hard to believe, but right in that moment he allowed himself to believe.<br/>Draco pushed himself up further, the hand not in Harry’s hair lying flat on the bed, using his elbow to push himself up.