It was only when Draco made to gingerly pull out, that he landed back in reality with a sensitive hiss. Draco froze, before petting Harry’s hair and moving even more carefully, "Sorry," he muttered in Harry’s ear, "sorry," Harry only grunted. He felt like jelly all over, from his legs to his brain. He’d be amazed if he was able to say anything more than garbled nonsense in the next hour. He neither resisted nor assisted Draco’s effort to roll Harry onto his chest. He heard Draco scoff in his ear, "You  could help, you know?" Harry grunted again, refusing to comment.