Each time Draco ran a hand through Harry’s hair he felt it down the length of his spine, Draco’s mere presence seeping into every fiber of Harry’s being. Over the soft dialogue of the presenter, Harry heard Draco’s heartbeat and breathing, and at some point, that was all Harry could hear.<br/>He fell asleep the moment he made the detrimental mistake of turning. Barely conscious, he turned to lay on the opposite cheek, turning away from the bright light of the television and towards the backrest of the sofa.