Draco’s comment caught Harry off guard, and yet his most immediate reaction to it was an odd thrill, finding an unexpected sense of pleasure about the insinuated disappointment tied up in his departure.<br/>“Did you think I was about to?” Harry smiled against Draco’s skin, his voice between humoured and disbelieving. While it hadn’t been Harry’s intention to do so, it wasn’t something he had expected Draco to take any offence to, either. It felt like Draco had often enough slipped out of bed with little warning, after all.<br/>Harry liked the hold Draco had around his hair, though, a mouthwatering realization that that same grace might not have been bestowed upon him when the situation had reversed itself.<br/>A smile still pulling at his lips, Harry pushed himself up and off Draco, only a few inches or so to accommodate a greater span, continuing to trail lingering and choice kisses up Draco’s collarbone and neck.<br/>“And miss out on this?” he muttered into the soft skin beneath Draco's jaw, placing a kiss an odd inch above Draco's Adam's apple.