Harry didn't even care that Draco's increased hospitality spoke of the prospect of an even longer stay at the Manor, hardly paying it any mind. Right then and there Harry felt like he could go another month, revitalized not only by the sun but by Draco's unexpected attentiveness and kindness.<br/>"I will," he grinned, not wanting to give the impression of the contrary. The addition of the sunroom to the narrow pallette of spaces Harry fared confidently in was invaluable, immeditely expanding Harry's world by a quarter.<br/>"I might even bring my work out here," he added, only halfway a hypothetical exhageration, as he finally stepped further into the room.<br/>When he took a seat at the table, Harry didn't feel cold for the first time in a month.<br/>His immeadiate impulse was to learn forwards over the table, wanting to brush a touch to Draco's hand not only in gratitude but to share the simple pleasure of having warm hands. In the end, Harry only leaned forwards, forearms stretching across the table in an interrupted gesture.<br/>"My office windows are enchanted to be like this," he shared instead, his smile crooked in what felt like an almost juvenile admission. It was unlikely that Draco would ever visit Harry at his DMLE office, with the false windows always emitting bright sunshine, but when Harry didn't dare press his appreciation into Draco's hand, he struggled to convey it elsewise. "Morning sun."