Harry was awoken by a sudden chance of light, the stark difference between the golden light of the savannah to the black credit screen significant enough to rouse Harry. He barely had to blink his eyes open to realize the living room was dark besides the few lines of white running across the screen. Not particularly interested in confirming it, Harry closed his eyes and turned his face against the cotton of Draco’s shirt.<br/>He briefly tightened his grip around Draco, a thoughtless attempt to undo the tightness forming between his shoulders, the curve of his back more significant than it would have been had they gone properly to bed.<br/>Harry exhaled a little sound of either disorientation or displeasure, his mind muddled with sleep.