Harry’s eyes had still been closed when Draco had leaned over to kiss him, and gone again before Harry had a chance to react.<br/>Turning his head to watch Draco leave, Harry lazily stretched an arm across the void Draco had left between the sheets. There was still a novelty in seeing Draco in his childhood bedroom; while Harry had slept in it before, this was the first time he had been asked to sleep in in it, and he watched Draco in his house coat with interest.<br/>“You’re not even on bed rest with me?” he complained, though the argument had deflated from his voice. In its place, a smile had appeared at the corner of his mouth. “Hypocrite.”