The feeling of discomfort had dissipated throughout the day, and while Harry no longer felt a sense of exhaustion, he still found himself drifting in and out of consciousness; perhaps solely because the opportunity to nap was there, finding that he so rarely had days dedicated to nothing else.<br/>He hadn’t heard the door go up, having become dead to the soft give of the house; Coote had checked in on him periodically through the day, and it was only at the sound of Draco’s voice that Harry blinked awake.<br/>It immediately brought a hazy smile to his lips, his heart doing a somersault at the mere sight of Draco’s smile. Turning further towards the door, Harry aimlessly extended an arm towards him in an invitation, wrist barely dangling off the mattress.<br/>“Hi,” he greeted with a boyish grin, indifferent to the tease of Draco’s question.