Harry knew he could have gone down a similar road to Voldemort and any other dark wizard all things considered. He had the power to spare and the influence. If it wasn't for Hermione, he likely would have. Harry put that out of his mind for the time being and gave Draco's hand a squeeze.

He desperately wanted to make a joke but he could feel the exhaustion settling in again. "Only if you promise," he said and walked into his bedroom a moment later. Walking over to the side of the bed, Harry glanced over at Draco. "Thank you, Draco. For... everything tonight."