Harry’s heart did somersaults when Draco moved closer, and Harry had to come to terms with the fact that he probably expected Draco to leave him just so. The passing week hadn’t been uncomfortable, but Harry had grown uncertain as to whether or not this would become their new normal.<br/>The simple feel of Draco’s knee making a divot in the mattress made Harry’s throat knot up, his hand trailing up from Draco’s hip to his ribs.<br/>It was frightening how long the passing week had felt, and yet how familiar Draco’s kisses still were; Harry had to put great effort into not chasing after Draco’s lips, the kiss far too brief and shallow in comparison to others they had shared.<br/>Harry’s free hand wandered, however, and the way his cupped Draco’s jaw only made the suppressed instinct that more apparent. His eyes dipped to Draco’s lips, now perfectly defined even without having to wear glasses. Then, they wandered to the reappearing blue beneath Draco’s eyes, once again showing the signs of hard work without sleep.<br/>Harry had to swallow the urge to say<span style="font-style: italic">you too</span>.<br/>“Okay,” he forfeited softly, letting his head slump back against the pillow. His grip around Draco’s cheek relaxed, his hand falling to Draco’s shoulder.<br/>The corner of his mouth twitched as he straightened the collar of Draco’s shirt. “Hope you change your mind.”