_______________<br/><br/>Draco had made the right call on ushering them back to the Manor. It had taken most of the evening for the tension to entirely leave Harry’s chest, but by the time they were settling in for the night, he finally felt like he could breathe again. It was difficult not to accredit that effect to Draco himself, although Harry wasn’t sure he wanted to deny it, either.<br/>Returning back to bed from the bathroom, Harry had redressed in flannel trousers and socks, the chill of fall creeping up his shins during the night. He had not opted for a shirt; as he knelt back onto the bed, he chased a different, more reliant source of warmth. Despite having just left Draco’s proximity, Harry resettled lazily between Draco’s legs, wrapping his arms around his waist as he draped himself over Draco’s chest, body heavy with exhaustion.