Harry smiled, eyes blinking closed when Draco leaned in to kiss him. It was hard to distinguish whether the hairs on Harry's neck stood as a result of the tender caress or the repeated question.<br/>Draco had asked Harry if he was tired less than half an hour ago. Then, Harry had answered earnestly that<span style="font-style: italic">yeah, a little.</span>As Draco leaned away, Harry found that the answer had changed.<br/>"No," Harry admitted. His voice was soft in the closeness of their embrace, but Harry spoke truthfully.<br/>Shifting his head against the pillow, Harry tipped his chin upwards to better meet Draco's line of sight. There was a shadow of a smile ghosting across his lips, pausing in consideration.<br/>Something must have crossed his mind, manifesting itself into a proper grin. When he once again moved, he shifted another bit away from Draco, once again moving to better have him in his sight.<br/>"Are you?"<br/>The question, gentle as ever, was heavy with the unsaid. Harry's smile persisted, somewhere between boyish and adoring, yet his hand remained unmoving against Draco's hip. Whatever insinuation was in his voice, was not in his touch - not yet, at least.