A testament to the fact that Harry wasn’t actually asleep, Draco’s announced departure made him blink his eyes open through heavy lids. They both knew their part in this particular play, but Harry was exhausted on Draco’s behalf, the insistence he continuously expressed on getting a head start on the day starting to feel destructive.<br/>“Don’t,” he mumbled, eyes falling shut once more.<br/>Trailing his hand up Draco’s side, Harry’s hand dipped beneath him to curl around his shoulder blade, offering a much better anchor to pull him closer in a tighter embrace. Welcoming the proximity, Harry shifted closer, pressed his face against where Draco’s shoulder met the mattress, chasing the last little bit of darkness. "Not today."