Harry’s hand ran up his face and through his hair, brushing his outgrown fringe off his face. Perhaps specifically because his brain remained sleep muddled, Draco’s urgency seemed unwarranted, like he had barely gotten to lay down; it must have been well past midnight when Draco finally came to bed.<br/>Harry so wished Draco would stay, but he didn’t feel like he could ask that of him. It made him take a deep breath, exhausted on Draco’s behalf.<br/>“Alright,” he resigned, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth when Draco turned to look at him, the attention making his heart jump.<br/>When Draco had sat upright, he had done so just barely outside of Harry’s field of focus, the fine details of his features lost to him in the daybreak. Though Harry would maintain it wasn’t to egg Draco to stay, he still reached out for him rather than for his glasses.<br/>“You’re blurry all the way over there,” he smiled, his grin softened by the early hour.<br/>Harry’s hand found Draco’s hip, the distance making it more of a touch than a grip, and yet Harry hoped Draco would indulge him and at least prolong his departure.