With no words passing between them, Harry couldn’t help but think about how close they were. Their sides were practically plastered together, shoulder to hip, and Draco’s arm was pinned between Harry’s back and the headboard, forcing him to wrap the arm around his hip. They were effectively embracing, though it was only as a result of circumstance rather than choice. He was close enough that he could see the torchlight reflected in Draco’s grey eyes and feel his breath on his cheek.