Draco grunted, and gingerly worked his way out of the bed so that he was sitting on its edge. He reached out both hands for Harry, and it was if he were compelled forwards into Draco’s embrace. Harry rested his hands carefully on Draco’s shoulders, but Draco was not as delicate, burying his face in the softest parts of Harry’s stomach and breathing in his scent. Draco let out a heavy sigh, and muttered something so indistinctly that it took Harry a moment to realise what he had said: