Once he felt Draco’s muscles give in to his tugs, Harry was practically already drifting off. Willingly, he wrapped his arm around Draco’s back.<br/>He exhaled deeply at the feeling and weight of Draco’s body against his own. Though Harry was certain Draco was speaking a lot of sense, Harry could barely hear him.<br/>“Did I dream tonight?” he eventually said, after several long moments of verging on the brink of sleep. He didn’t open his eyes, but his hand started moving on Draco’s back, hovering so that only his fingertips touched the other. Lying like this Harry barely needed Draco’s answer; he could feel that he had.