When Draco spoke Harry turned slightly in order to look at the other. There was a small smile on his face, but he was too tired to think or to ask Draco to leave, and without speaking, his hands where at his belt buckle.<br/>Having decided that he would just sleep in what Draco hadn't wanted, Harry once again turned around. He took off his pants, momentarily standing in his underwear, before pulling up the pyjama pants he had offered Draco. Silently, his hands moved from the drawstrings to the hem of his shirt. A chill ran down his spine as his skin was exposed to the chill air of the closed off room, and before he reached for the new shirt, he tossed his pants and worn t-shirt into a laundry basket in the corner of the room.