Harry wasn’t particularly paying attention, fixated as he was on watching Draco’s back as he made breakfast. He was so used to seeing Draco in their uniform, or hidden under layers and layers of robes, that the sight of his soft pyjama top clinging lightly to his sides was unbelievably distracting. Before all of this, if he’d been asked what he thought Draco Malfoy went to bed in, he’d have said fancy buttoned up pyjamas - the kind with a matching bottom and top. Not the plain cotton T-shirt and soft comfortable looking bottoms he was currently cooking in.