Draco had woken up before Harry.<br/>This, in on itself, wasn’t an usual experience to him, but for once he had just wanted to enjoy his morning, so he had managed to sneak back to the library and get a book and return to bed without waking Harry. Turned out though that he needn’t have worried about waking Harry from his slumber.<br/>Even now, a couple of hours after Draco had snuck out to get a book, Harry was still entirely dead to the world and he couldn’t help but worry a little.<br/>The book had ended on the night stand as Draco gingerly ran a hand over Harry’s forehead, allowing his wrist to rest on the forehead only to come to the conclusion that Harry was scolding hot. He had noticed this already when they went to bed, Harry had been uncharacteristically hot as they had cuddled and he had rolled away during the night, even going as far as removing his shirt during the night.<br/>Despite the fact that Harry really looked like he could use some sleep, Draco still gingerly moved to stir him awake, wanting to make sure that he was somewhat alright, or maybe even just get some water and painkillers in him, such that he would be able to sleep more peacefully.<br/>“Harry?” He asked, his voice soft but probably loud enough that it would wake Harry