Draco felt absolutely juvenile as he dragged Harry through his own home, high from a good day working and by how much Harry seemed to still want him. It was something that would continuously fill him with bight, giddy energy, knowing that even if they had nothing else, he and Harry would always have this right here, right now.<br/>He let go of Harry’s hip and instead took his hand, finding it easier to drag him upstairs that way. It seemed incredible to him that it was always this easy, getting to be around Harry and having Harry want him, even if he hardly felt like he deserved it.<br/>As they finally reached Harry’s bedroom, it got simultaneously more and less real, but Draco didn’t care.