Toast and a cuppa really had worked wonders on dispelling Harry’s growing headache, although the satiated feeling of a full stomach after a day of purging really brought back his exhaustion in full force. It hadn’t taken much for him to doze off, laying draped across Draco’s chest on the brink of falling asleep. It was well into the afternoon by the time Harry was able to keep his eyes open for more than a few odd moments.<br/>With a steady little exhale, Harry shifted, pushing his hand into the neck of Draco’s housecoat, palm brushing across his chest. Even through the fabric Draco had been a steady source of heat, and the feel of bare skin beneath Harry’s hand felt almost burning hot.