Encouraged by the way they had parted, Harry headed for the kitchen for breakfast. It had been hard to gauge whether the best course of action had been to allow Draco his space, or if simply being there helped convey the fact that Harry personally harboured no regrets.<br/>Yesterday Harry had left Draco to sulk in his own misery, but today Harry had decided to join him.<br/>Entering the kitchen, Harry’s eyes were quick to find Draco, a sense of relief by the simple fact that Draco hadn’t cowered away, either.<br/>“Morning,” Harry greeted comfortably, just as any other morning.<br/>Without leaving enough space for either of them to hesitate or regret the decisions that had led them there, Harry joined Draco by the table.<br/>By sheer instincts, Harry glanced off towards the kitchen window, mindlessly following Draco’s line of sight. When his eyes returned to Draco, there was a small smile on his lips. “Sleep well?”