Harry felt the chuckle escape Draco’s lungs a heartbeat before he heard it leave his lips. Over the course of the passing hour, Harry had gotten to hear many lovely sounds escape Draco; this was among the more wonderful of them.<br/>Letting his hands dip to where Draco’s skin met the sheets, Harry ran his palm up Draco’s side, his fingers eventually digging beneath his shoulder. It offered a stable enough base for Harry to sit up straighter, allowing him to turn to look at Draco.<br/>“You’re allowed to be selfish,” Harry said, the infliction making it clear that it wasn’t a general statement, but one spoken to Draco.<br/>It had greatly worried Harry seeing Draco, who Harry otherwise knew as a brilliantly self assured man, cower beneath someone as trivial as Martin Clarke from admin.<br/>“This wasn’t me being selfless,” he clarified, offering context to what had led his thoughts to that topic to begin with. A crooked smile pulled at the corner of Harry’s mouth. “Far from it, really.”