He snapped himself out of his thoughts, slightly alarmed, and turned abruptly over onto his side, curling into a ball and pulling his duvet up to his ears. That was new. Ever since they’d appeared in their past, with the lives they’d loved destroyed, sex had understandably been the furthest thing from Harry’s mind. But now, for the first time in half a year, Harry remembered what desire was. He didn’t just like Draco, he wanted him.