Harry was constantly astounded by just how beautiful Draco was, but nothing even came close to the sight of Draco greeting him, bright smile on his lips. Harry felt indescribably lucky to get to witness it, and he found himself unable to do anything else than to return the smile.<br/>"Hi," he just barely managed, his voice airy and verging on being dumbstruck and giddy. Whatever intimidation Harry had felt had completely vanished; he stepped into the apartment feeling nothing but excited.<br/>Once having Draco within reach, Harry found that he wasn't certain which liberties he could justify taking. While his first instinct had been to reach out for Draco, he caught himself in the middle of the movement, and instead he caught a loose hold of the fabric of Draco's shirt, fingertips barely brushing against Draco's waist.<br/>Despite the touch, Harry's eyes had never left Draco's, and a boyish grin was still on his lips as he spoke. "Good to see you, Draco."