Draco knew that he was never going to grow tired of the way that Harry was looking at him, the way that every time he got to touch Draco seemed like the first time, and it was like that to Draco too. It was exciting in a way that Draco had never really thought that domesticity would be, but there really was something about trusting someone the way he did Harry that made him feel giddy and excited.<br/>“Lucky us indeed,” he stated, gently running his hand along Harry’s arm, finally allowing his hand to settle on Harry’s waist as well. It felt surreal to have someone touch him the way that Harry did and not feel any sense of panic or discomfort. In fact, Draco had come to enjoy their nightly embraces, liking how much safer he felt with Harry’s arm around him and what that meant to them.<br/>“Tired, old man?” He asked with a crooked grin, as he leant in to place a soft kiss to Harry’s forehead.