Getting an answer out of Draco that wasn’t a resounding<span style="font-style: italic">no</span>brought a crooked smile to Harry’s lips, overwhelmed. Draco had barely said anything, but the almost immediate change of heart he offered at the notion that Harry hadn’t outgrown his company made Harry’s tired head spin, unable to fully process the weight that carried.<br/>“It gets terribly cold without you,” he returned with a tease, though the sentiment was too genuine not to carry any truth. Harry had slept poorly the past two nights, even worse than the constant interruptions of Draco getting in and out of the bed at odd hours of the night. That was harder to admit to, though.<br/>Finally acting to dispel the distance that was forming between them, Harry shifted, moving around Draco’s desk.<br/>Wrapping both arms around Draco’s shoulders, Harry leaned heavily against him overtop of the chairback, hiding his face into the crook of Draco’s neck with great familiarity.<br/>“Come, you need to sleep,” he muttered into Draco’s skin, exhaustion already muddling his voice.