Author's Note: Rated T just in case, hint of pre-slash, enjoy!
Draco entered the library at Grimmauld Place to find Harry curled up on one of the armchairs, his head back and eyes closed. "I'm not asleep," he murmured before opening his eyes.
"Then what were you doing?" Draco drawled as he settled on the sofa opposite the brunet.
"Resting," he replied.
"And why would you be doing that?" Silence. The blonde arched his eyebrows challengingly.
"I have issues with insomnia," he spoke in a rush. Draco patted the space beside himself. "How will that help?"
"You are going to lie down, with your head in my lap," the blonde stated as he placed a pillow over his lap. "Nothing untoward," he promised with an amused smile when Harry hesitated.
The brunet rolled his eyes and did as the blonde bid. "I still don't see how this will help," he muttered as he settled into a more comfortable position.
"At worst, you will rest as you were before, but you might be surprised at the sleep you do get," Draco responded as he began to card his fingers through Harry's wild locks.
"Dr-"
"Sh," he interrupted gently. "Close your eyes and relax," he urged, continuing to stroke Harry's hair. Within a couple of minutes Harry's breathing slowed and Draco's lips curved. He levitated a book over to his side, more than content to entertain himself with it while Harry slept. He would have to visit regularly, at least until his lion agreed to a permanent arrangement.
He wondered if Harry had even noticed that they still shared a connection, long after the childish hate had disappeared? He was sure he could make him aware of it, and convince him of what it meant soon enough.