_______________________________________<br/><br/>As soon as he had gotten the opportunity, Harry had stretched out on the couch. The apartment was small, and, subsequently, so was the furniture. Though a wide two seater, Harry's ankles still dangled off the edge as he had slumped back against the opposite armrest.<br/>Somewhere to his right, the TV was mutely airing the 8pm news, yet Harry was barely watching. In the quiet of the apartment, only every now and then disturbed by a passing car, Harry could hear Draco's gentle voice as he put the boy to bed, even with the door ajar. It made Harry's heart overflow with adoration for Draco, unable to properly comprehend that this had seamlessly become their reality.