____<br/><br/>Getting Draco to spend the night had taken little coaxing; frankly, it had barely been a conversation, the invitation instead interwoven in lazy embraces and lingering touches. While they hadn’t said it, they had so clearly wanted the same out of their evening, and it wasn’t until the early hours of the morning where their behaviour had to be dictated by obligation rather than impulses.<br/>Harry was halfway through dressing before Kreacher, for the first time in a decade, had insisted on pressing Harry’s dress shirt - no doubt in Draco’s honour.<br/>Left in work trousers and his vest, Harry had once again donned his flannel housecoat as he non-committedly finished his breakfast. He had been standing to clear his plate by the time he reconsidered and had the last bite of his toast.<br/>“Are you coming along to the Ministry?” Harry asked, glancing over at Draco as he placed the plate in the sink.