Draco’s dismissal sounded almost comically disjointed to Harry’s tired ears, making him stall for a moment as he tried to process the fact that Draco, at four in the morning, thought any reading took precedence over his sleep.<br/>“We both know you won’t,” Harry eventually stated, unfiltered by the hour. He felt like he had just recently spoken in definitives that had been damaging to their relationship, but the promise that Draco was capable of managing his own sleeping schedule was utter nonsensical, and Harry didn’t want to pretend that it wasn’t only to spare Draco’s feelings.<br/>Standing at opposite ends of the room, Harry felt the words travel through the space between them, certain the statement had lost any real sense of conviction by the time it reached Draco, simply words spoken with exhaustion.<br/>Disinterested in carrying out a conversation like this, Harry stepped into the room, crossing the distance between them before.<br/>“Coote told me you didn’t go to bed last night, at all.”