The tender admission of love was finally enough to bring Harry back from the brink of sleep. It made the hairs on Harry's neck stand; even though he knew Draco loved him, Draco had only actually said so a handful of times. He was already smiling as his eyes peered open, tipping his head to one side in order to properly meet Draco's eye.<br/>"I love you, too," Harry replied, voice and expression as honest as could be.<br/>Harry's hand moved in tandem to the progression of his reply, leaving Draco's shoulder in favour of his hair. Running his hand through Draco's hair, he pushed the strands away from Draco's forehead.<br/>Harry's smile widened another bit, as his hand settled at the nape of Draco's neck. For a moment, Harry just seemed to admire Draco.<br/>As if to pull himself out of his own, personal emotional spiral, Harry repeated the motion, once again running his hand through Draco's hair, this time not allowing himself to linger, even despite the vulnerability of his added admission. "More than I thought possible."