Draco wanted nothing more than to indulge that grin on Harry’s lips, wanting to let himself be convinced to call it a night and enjoy said night together with him. He knew far too well what said night was likely to entail and he was desperate to fall back into that and forget everything about what Hannah and Paul had said to him.<br/>“We need to talk,” he found himself saying, the words tumbling out of his mouth with very little finesse, knowing that he had to rush them out before losing his nerve. However, now that the words were out, he desperately wished that he could take them back, a knot forming in his stomach as he looked at Harry, realising that this really was it.<br/>When he had decided that he had to do this immediately, he hadn’t really taken the time to consider the fact that that would also mean that he would no longer get to come home to Harry; instead now having to get reacquainted with being alone in the manor. It made him sick.