In the RoR
Draco woke to sunlight, warmth, and pain. He bit his lip and carefully rolled on to his side so his weight wasn't on his still-healing back and saw Harry lying curled up beside him; apparently exhaustion had finally won out over misplaced nobility. Draco smiled slightly and laced his fingers with Harry's and rested his head against his chest, finding the gentle rise-and-fall motion of his breathing more soothing than he could really explain. The room was quiet and still, lit only by pale winter sunlight, and under any othr circumstances, this would have been a perfect morning.