Harry couldn’t help but smile, at the end of the day finding it to be a rather unimportant defence of the circumstances leading to a poor braid.<br/>“Yeah,” he agreed regardless, the smile seeping into his voice.<br/>He wrapped his hands better around Draco’s neck, palm brushing across endless planes of sleep-warm skin as they trailed Draco’s shoulder blades. It was a thrilling reminder of the fact that Draco remained undressed in his arms, certain he wouldn’t find fabric no matter how low he allowed his hands to wander.<br/>There was nothing to hold onto and so Harry tightened his grip, wanting Draco to inch upwards and better within reach. “Maybe I can give it another go some time.”