He glanced down at the boy next to him. Despite being 10 o’clock, Draco was still lying in bed, pretending to be asleep. It was almost adorable how hard he was trying, lips slightly open, breathing deep and steady. He was all curled up in a fetal position and Harry had to resist the urge to put a hand on his shoulder. Draco was getting better, slowly, but Harry would never touch him without his permission. Not after what Hermione had done to him.