Harry’s smile widened, finding that to be a reasonable request. He could understand if Draco needed time to adjust; they were in no hurry, after all, neither in starting the day nor ageing.<br/>“Of course,” he said, still smiling as he readjusted the way his head laid on the pillow, pushing the hair pinched beneath himself back and out of his face.<br/>His eyes once again dipped to the narrow space between them, watching his hand on Draco’s waist.<br/>The way Harry’s fingers lazily trailed back and forth over Draco’s side was a testament to a quiet consideration, unable to decide in which direction to let them dip. Throughout it, his lips had parted, silent words meant to accompany that decision yet to be made.<br/>It eventually made him grin, toothy and boyish.<br/>“Do let me know if I can help sway that opinion, though,” he offered as he met Draco’s eyeline, if only just briefly. Finally able to commit to a direction, Harry’s hands dipped between them, fingers following the waistband of Draco’s bottoms, knuckles brushing against sleep-warm skin.<br/>“Help start your year off right.”