Harry’s eyes drifted a few inches above Draco’s line of sight, thoughtlessly watching as Draco twisted it around his hand to knot it up into a bun.<br/>It took for Draco to speak for Harry’s attention to refocus, and another second for Harry’s mind to readjust. Even the mention of the sunroom itself brought with it unhelpful imaging.<br/>“Want to have it outside?” Harry suggested as a way of agreeing, his smile growing wider.<br/>Today had been nice, uncommonly steady for an English August, and having spent the entire summer indoors, Harry was happy to make it up whenever he could.<br/>Though it felt presumptuous to suggest it himself, Harry’s mind had gone to the gazebo in the back garden. It remained as a point of unsolved mystery to Harry, and he was eager to explore it if Draco wanted to humour it.<br/>Instead, he tipped his head slightly, feeling like Draco probably knew, bringing another smile to his lips.<br/>“Make use that I’m no longer on house arrest, and all.”