Another thing Harry would never grow tired of was the sight that met him each time Draco's front door swung open. Draco's smile made Harry's breath hitch, leaving him with a little smile brimming over with adoration.<br/>"Hi, hon," he answered, the smile cracking over into a grin. Being called handsome was still foreign to Harry, unsure he was deserving of that praise, yet also not wanting to allow Draco to linger on his choice of word long enough to regret it.<br/>Stepping into the apartment, Harry's right hand instinctively reached for Draco, brushing across his waist in a greeting before retrieving it to undo the buttons on his coat.<br/>"How are you?" Harry asked with a smile as he pushed his coat off his shoulders. "What have you been up to?"