The hold sleep still had on Draco’s voice made Harry’s stomach flip, a level of discomposure he had yet to experience in Draco. It made the corners of his mouth twitch, a compliment that died on his lips, uncertain how that would even be verbalized. In lieu of words, Harry ducked to press a kiss onto Draco’s throat, an inch of skin revealed now that he had turned his head further towards him.<br/>“Morning,” Harry hummed, no urgency about him. Though Harry had been quick to wake Draco, he had no real interest in starting the day; he simply much preferred sharing this moment together.<br/>Shifting onto his side, Harry gently allowed Draco to fall back onto the mattress on his. It eased the angle between them, bringing Draco better into view. The sight made Harry grin, reaching out to push the long strands of hair away from Draco’s face.<br/>“Happy birthday,” he repeated with almost a chuckle, more present in his words this time around.