The sudden change of Draco's expression took Harry out of it for a moment; the change mirrored in Harry's, the smile giving way for a lack of immediate understanding.<br/>"To sleep in?" he verbally processed the question, his mind clearly doing parallelt work of sorting through what clothes he had actually brought for the weekend. "Of course."<br/>Drawing a blank, Harry stepped across the room to his bag, sorting through the stack of day shirts.<br/>"I don't have any pajama bottoms for you to borrow, though," he admitted mindlessly, attention still on the bag.<br/>"It's -" he started, then waving a vague direction of his prosthetic shin. Then, he huffed a laugh at the mental image. "Well, you're welcome to the one pair I brought, but they're gonna be very uneven on you."<br/>With that, Harry glanced back up at Draco, grinning at the knowledge that every left leg of his pajamas had been cut off at the knee. In his hand was a sky blue cotton t shirt, the letters<span style="font-style: italic">Spirit of Moray Book Festival</span>printed across the chest of it; he offered it to Draco. "Here, you can have this."