As he did every evening, Harry headed down to the dock for a swim. He had gone on his way later than usual, seeing as his kids had had this evening’s clean up shift after the communal dinner. When Harry himself had finally been able to leave the kitchen, it was well past nightfall, and Harry could only make out Draco’s silhouette because he had been expecting it.<br/>Though Harry might have been reluctant to admit it, he was beginning to grow pleased by Draco’s new found habit, finding that he enjoyed both starting and ending his day in Draco’s company.<br/>“Hullo, Draco,” Harry greeted, a smile already on his lips. “Are you joining me for a swim this fine evening?”