When it took little encouragement for Draco to relax back into his embrace, Harry was happy to welcome it. Wrapping both arms around Draco’s shoulders, pulling him closer. The gesture was more engulfing than other times Harry had caught Draco dressing for the day, but today felt different in that manner, too.<br/>Harry pressed his face into the crook of Draco’s neck, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. It was still incomprehensibly early to Harry, Draco’s sleeping patterns almost impressive if they weren’t that abhorrently unhealthy.<br/>With a soft exhale, still only barely awake, Harry turned his head further towards Draco, the bridge of his nose brushing against the line of Draco’s neck.<br/>As his smile grew wider, Harry had to tip his head back an inch to leave room for the words to settle. The smile was audible in his voice when he spoke, a rare moment of sleep-muddled enjoyment of having caught Draco before he left. “Happy birthday, darling Draco.”