The question made Harry choke out a laugh, utterly perplexed by the fact that Draco already had work on his mind, even if it was nothing but a tease to lurch Harry awake.<br/>“Fucking hell, Draco,” he muttered, humored more than displeased, a smile still ghosting at his lips.<br/>Turning slightly on his side, Harry’s free hand found blind purpose at the hollow of Draco’s knee, hooking it over Harry’s leg as he turned further into the embrace, keen on prolonging it for as long as possible.<br/>In the shadow Harry’s shoulders cast between them, Harry finally blinked his eyes open, peering at Draco through heavy lids and blurred vision. It made him grin, before turning his face into the pillow, unprepared for the day.<br/>“You’re a menace.”