Harry had the sensation of having only just closed his eyes; it felt incomprehensible that Draco already presented a freshly made potion. Bringing a smile to Harry’s lips, hazy and impressed, he slugged upright, barely inching his shoulders up the headboard.<br/>“Did you make this?” he asked, voice once again rough with sleep, eyes flickering between the vial and Draco. It wasn’t a sign of distrust, Harry gently accepting the open vial without waiting for an answer. Above all, he seemed humoured, maintaining eye contact as he drank the potion, its rim hiding the grin that pulled at his lips.