Even in his exhaustion, Harry understood that the kiss marked an end to that tangent. Without a doubt, Draco had been working this hard for the past several months, Harry had simply been slow to notice, Draco’s odd hours only truly becoming apparent when they had started spending the nights together. In a different context, Harry would have argued, but right then and there, warm with sleep, the sun and Draco’s presence, he couldn’t get himself to mind, smiling into it at the transparency of Draco’s intention.<br/>He happily forfeited the fight, his hand slipping from Draco’s waist to the small of his back.