Fast asleep, it took the mattress dipping beside him for Harry to realize Draco had entered the room. It pulled Harry closer to consciousness, making his breathing change; the otherwise steady pattern was interrupted with a shallow breath and an almost pleased little hum.<br/>Without opening his eyes, Harry turned on his side, chasing the proximity. Even after a week of sleeping by himself, Draco’s sudden presence failed to startle Harry, having grown intimately familiar with the way Draco’s body felt against his.<br/>Only barely awake, he lazily draped his arm across Draco’s waist, fingers brushing the line where Draco’s vest didn’t quite reach his pants. Burning hot to the touch, it was the first sliver of skin Harry had touched in days; it only then really struck him how much he had missed it.<br/>Unabashedly, Harry tightened his grip around Draco, hand running up beneath his shirt as he pulled him even closer.