It had taken such convincing to get Draco to stay in bed that the easy look of eager interest he sent Harry at the notion of sharing a shower made Harry’s heart flip, transfixed. Though they were reasonably beyond the point where Harry doubted that Draco wanted him, it continuously took him aback whenever Draco’s interest in him bled beyond desire.<br/>“Alright,” Harry parroted, a dumb grin on his lips.<br/>Harry shifted to get himself upright before he broke the embrace. The lazy ankle hooked around Draco’s leg became a steady knee between his thighs as Harry pushed himself off the mattress, sitting back on his shins above Draco.<br/>His smile persisted as his hand reached for the crook of Draco’s neck, urging him upright.