Harry’s smile remained as he poorly folded the already crumpled paper, discarding it on his side table as he got up from the bed. It was almost short-lived, though. As soon as he turned to once again look at Draco, he almost immediately rested one knee back onto the lip of the mattress, a poorly suppressed instinct to once join Draco in bed, the other looking as rumpled and interrupted as Harry himself felt.<br/>A self-aware little smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he finally mustered enough self-control to get fully off the bed. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”