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Draco wakes in the dark, the sound of flapping in his ears. Or not quite, but the whisper of feathers brushing wood.
“Harry?” he calls, untangling the bedding as he sits up. The Christmas lights of the city are twinkling through the window, a strange substitute for stars, and Harry is nowhere to be seen.
Instead, there’s an owl perched on the headboard, wide eyes fixed on Draco, who is too sleepy-startled to move when the owl swoops down to peck a kiss to his cheek before sailing out the open window.
“Harry!” Draco complains, but goes back to sleep.