It had been an alluring option for Draco to just stay the night in Harry’s bed and just deal with his sense of guilt in the morning. There was something so comforting about Harry’s presence next to him in the dark bedroom, even if they weren’t touching each other and Draco wanted nothing more than to roll into Harry’s arms and just not think too much.<br/>However, the guilt was already gnawing at his stomach and he knew that there was absolutely no way that he would allow himself that. It wasn’t fair to Harry that Draco kept pulling him along like this, but he also knew that he likely wouldn’t be able to stop himself.<br/>Despite knowing that it was a cowardly move, Draco waited in the bed next to Harry, trying to listen to his breathing to judge whether or not he was sleeping, before getting out of the bed, very carefully, and softly collecting his clothes.