_________________________<br/><br/>It had truly been a bizarre morning, only serving to indicate just how far removed the act was from their genuine interactions. Harry had been right in expecting issues sleeping, having spent the early hours of the day awake, taking a shower and dressing himself before he ever saw Draco stir.<br/>The morning in the shared hotel room was clumsy but well-meaning, probably more so than any other two strangers would have been. It was the whiplash of stepping out into the public eye that had left Harry's head spinning.<br/>Drawing towards one another, it felt like they had exited the elevator in an alternate reality. Fleeting touches had reestablished themselves both waiting at the hotel, and in the cab ride out of there. They had left before breakfast, Draco wanting to go to a friend's store for a change of clothes before properly starting the day.<br/>Harry hadn't minded. Beyond attending the gala, Harry had not expectations for the weekend, not having made any plans with Lucius beyond that. It was, however, that more daunting acting a couple when there was no immediate purpose to their proximity.<br/>"This one?" Harry asked as he closed the cab door behind him. He was referring to the storefront a few houses down.