It was terribly difficult not to indulge. Running warmer than Harry could ever imagine, Draco had slept without his shirt on, leaving endless panes of skin beneath Harry’s palm as it brushed across the lining of his pants. It always seemed to make Harry’s throat knot up, making it hard to breathe.<br/>Another small encouragement for Draco to stay close, Harry’s hand once again fell from Draco’s back to his thigh, for the second time finding a hold around Draco’s knee, urging him properly onto Harry’s lap. Suddenly, the attempt to prolong their slumber had deflated, giving way for something far more interesting than sleep.