Draco took the invitation and crawled into the space under the blanket. He was warmer now, closer to his boyfriend. He could feel the awkwardness of the situation, but they would get past that. He wanted this to last, and he was not willing to give it up over what happened at a very strange door. "Really, I don't want to die. It's a bad idea, and you would miss me."
His hand trailed over Harry's leg, grey eyes stared into green pools. "I know you wanted to be normal, but you did things that I don't know if I could have done. I wasn't exactly doing so well. Apparently I wasn't a good death eater even without your existence."
He leaned in an kissed him, drawing it out. "Neither one of us was ever normal. Now we can be normal with a vengeance. We can do whatever we want." Neither of them had taken advantage of that. Draco had still been trying to repair his family's reputation, and Harry had been dealing with his own. Together, they were a pair, and could actually enjoy this. He was actually looking quite forward to exploring those new options.