That hadn't been what Harry was thinking, but the small twitch in the corner of his mouth was a proof that he didn't disagree enough with Draco to correct him. Merlin, they really had been screwed up by the war; somehow, though, it all felt a little less daunting when looking at Draco.<br/>After a moment of silence, all of this once again managed to sneak up on him and overwhelm him. Ducking his head with a small, laughing exhale, Harry caught himself feeling surprised about how things seemed to turn out. It shouldn't make this much sense being with Draco Malfoy, but here they were, and Harry didn't want anything else.<br/>"Let's go to bed," Harry eventually exhaled, once again meeting Draco's. His voice was soft, and his words didn't come out of awkwardness; he was just exhausted, and all he wanted was a good excuse to wrap his arms around Draco and never let go.