While Draco took the doctor’s instructions as carte blanche to lounge and boss everyone around - always a fantasy for him, truthfully, and perhaps even a divine calling - Harry had reverted to a chaste distance. The man was utterly convinced that any amorous advances would sentence Draco to an early demise. He still held Draco’s hand - Draco should be grateful for small blessings - but when the doctor had mentioned  avoiding exertion, Harry took that to mean any physical intimacy was off the table.