Despite being on the brink of sleep, too, Draco’s sleep muddled voice made Harry open his eyes. Tipping his head, Harry was just able to see Draco’s nose bridge, eyes shut. It made him smile, humoured. “Yeah.”<br/>He repeated the caress, this time brushing across Draco’s forehead to smooth over the stray hairs he hadn’t managed to pull into the braid. “At the beach.”<br/>It soon became too intimate to keep admiring the way Draco’s lashes fanned across his cheek, bunched up by the way it rested on Harry’s chest. He once again allowed his head to fall back, his hand reaching as far as he could down Draco’s back, slow and easy.<br/>“All things considered, it was a nice day,” he mused, softly, and able to understand this was no longer a conversation. Not that he minded, really. “I think he would have liked it there.”