Harry’s eyes followed Draco as he circled the bed; by the time Draco was at his bedside, Harry had been eased flat on his back, settled heavily into his pillows with an exhaustion he had felt convinced he had managed to shake.<br/>Though Draco’s words felt like equal parts reassurance and tease, the feeling of his hand combing over Harry’s hair made his eyes flutter shut, the simple touch more effective to push back the growing headache than Harry’s own attempts had been.<br/>He wasn’t entirely satisfied when Draco didn’t linger.<br/>As a little huff escaped him, so did the last of his protests, turning onto his side to watch Draco leave. “Fine,” he said, but a smile continued to play on his lips.