As the world stopped spinning, Harry was becoming increasingly aware of the fact Draco might not find it necessary to address the change of heart that had led him back into Harry’s bed. It made Harry shift, soothing the cold and the knot forming in the pit of his stomach by drawing his hand onto his skin, resting it at the dip below his ribs.<br/>“That was great,” Harry said into the silence, the weight of his own hand pushing the breath out.<br/>His eyes were still closed, drifting on the brink of consciousness. Among a month of uneventful, slow days, today had occupied more mental and emotional realestate than any of the 30 preceding it.