When they had gotten back to bed, the full weight of Harry’s exhaustion hit him all at once. It had seemingly accumulated over the course of two restless nights, making him realize he had probably only slept marginally more or better than Draco, who hadn’t gone to bed at all.<br/>Harry had still been asleep by the time Draco stirred, pulled back into reality by the touch drawn across his chest. While it failed to make him open his eyes, his breathing did change, subtly disturbing the steady pattern of his sleep.<br/>Over the course of the night their embrace had relaxed, and Harry started to become conscious of it as the day slowly settled around him. Bending his arm, that had otherwise fallen back against the pillows, outstretched, Harry settled his hand against the nape of Draco’s neck as a formless caress.