______<br/><br/>For the second time that night, Harry was woken by the shifting weight of Draco beside him. Harry didn’t rouse considerably when Draco slipped from his arms, readily accepting the opportunity to roll over on his back.<br/>Never quite drifting asleep, Harry remained acutely aware of Draco’s placement on the bed. It took until the soft rustling of fabric for Harry to realize Draco was dressing himself. This managed to bring Harry back from the cusp of sleep, finding the realization considerably more alarming, having otherwise thought there were still several hours left for them to sleep.<br/>He was right; when Harry opened his eyes, daylight had barely started to break, the room still washed soft and muted blues.<br/>“What time is it?” he asked, his voice sleep muddled and catching in his throat. It felt like an arbitrary question, but as he rubbed his knuckles against his eye, it was the only way he could think of to ask Draco why he was leaving so<span style="font-style: italic">soon</span>.