Draco’s presence only became known as he spoke, making a smile bloom across Harry’s lips before he even looked up from the book perched on his lap.<br/>For how many books that had filtered through Harry’s hands these past months, this was the first to properly catch his attention, the day sufficiently long and alone some to act as sufficient motivator. Granted, it might also have been fueled by the fact that he had picked it from the bookshelf in Draco’s bedroom, its spine catching Harry’s attention from his spot in the bed.<br/>“Starting to go a little stir crazy, Healer,” he complained, the smile bringing too much affection to his voice for it to sound genuine.<br/>By the time Harry turned to place Draco in the room, Draco was within reach, towering tall above him in a way that inevitably made his stomach flip, utterly and pitifully lost to him.<br/>It left Harry’s smile toothy and crooked, wide as he searched for words. Draco had had a good day, Harry could see it in his expression, and suddenly, Harry felt like he was looking into the sun. “Hi, babe.”