There was such a victory in feeling Draco relax into the embrace, finding him to be so deserving of rest yet allowing himself so little. For the last week and a half, Draco couldn’t have been getting more than a few hours of sleep every night. While Harry would like to believe it had been better at some point in the past months, he suddenly was starting to doubt that, too.<br/>“Old man,” Harry mused, so low that his voice once again grew muddled with sleep.<br/>Tipping his head back into the pillows, Harry carefully pulled back the hair covering Draco’s cheek like a curtain, revealing his jawline and ear as he guided it down the center of Draco’s back.<br/>Leaning in to replace it, Harry rested his temple against Draco’s, his whole body heavy. “Sleep in with me.”