Harry wasn’t used to waking up with Draco still in his arms, and much less so unprompted. He was usually stirred awake by Draco leaving, and though they had spent dozens of nights together, Harry had yet to experience waking up before Draco.<br/>Tipping his head to the side to increase his field of vision only confirmed it. Draco, a year older than yesterday, remained asleep, his cheek bunching where it rested on Harry’s shoulder. The sight made Harry’s stomach flip, and though Draco usually did him the kindness of trying to rise unnoticed, Harry didn’t feel particularly compelled to do the same.<br/>He only paused long enough to consider if Draco was better off sleeping in, knowing he had no other gift to offer him. They must’ve managed to get another several hours of sleep, even though the bright summer sun was eternally misleading. Harry quietly decided that that had to be enough.<br/>Burying his face back into the crook of Draco’s neck, he couldn’t help but smile. Having foregone celebrating his own birthday for the first decade of his life, he had still to outgrow the sanctity of birthdays.<br/>He pressed a kiss to the high point of Draco’s clavicle, and then one to his neck.