He woke in the morning to pressure on his legs and a line of warmth against his back. He rolled over and saw Tom sleeping on his back, legs akimbo and arms folded over his chest. He was still wearing his uniform and his mouth was hanging open. He looked ridiculous, relaxed and disheveled and silly in a way he’d never be when awake, and the sight made Harry smile. Harry checked the time and shook Tom gently.