By even allowing a grain of hesitancy into his voice, Draco had offered a hand; Harry readily took an arm. Hooking his ankle around Draco’s, further intertwining their lazy embrace, Harry turned his head away from the mattress to speak.<br/>“Play hooky,” he urged, the pull of a smile audible in his voice where it reverberated against Draco’s skin.<br/>Growing increasingly certain that Draco would allow himself to stay, Harry eased his hold on him, letting his hand slip off of Draco’s shoulder. Instead, it drew a caress down Draco’s chest. “I know for a fact your boss won’t be in today, either.”