Contrary to the constant hum of the bar, the Manor kitchen was dead silent when Harry exited the Floo, Draco’s voice carrying through it so clearly that it made Harry shudder, stalling him by the fireplace.<br/>Harry had wanted to play the tease up, to meet it halfway by leaning into it, saying he had seen Draco across the bar as if they were really strangers. He never got to it, no longer having that kind of restraint or charade in him.<br/>Instead, his smile widened in a hazy little greeting, crossing the floor towards Draco.<br/>“Hey,” was all he could muster, his voice little more than a breath. He was barely a foot from Draco when he reached for him, hands cupping his jaw as he stretched to kiss him, finally.