Harry hadn’t been and yet he was, the moment Draco’s voice carried through the room. It had taken Harry some time to settle in at all, finding the Manor too large and discomforting without Draco to balance it. As darkness had started to fall, Harry had been quick to retreat back to Draco’s room, finding that the shadows left too much to the imagination.<br/>Barely seeming to register that he had tipped back into consciousness, he turned, first to look over his shoulder and then entirely onto his back. Seeing Draco backlit against the hallway lighting brought a hazy smile to his lips.<br/>“Sure,” he croaked, a sheepish chuckle mixing into his sleep-muddled voice.<br/>Lazily reaching across the mattress towards Draco, Harry invited him closer. “How was it?”