Kreacher swallowed a curse, clearly displeased that Draco had extended Harry a dinner invitation but unable to argue against it. So much so that he didn’t object to the approaching footsteps, apparating out of the room just as Harry swung the door open.<br/>Hand on the doorknob, Harry peered in, a smile already on his lips. It only grew wider at the sight.<br/>“Hi,” he greeted, a laugh building in his throat, unable to help it. He had left home with no expectations of seeing Draco tonight, almost having gone out with the team for a pint. He felt dizzy at the implications of the unrelated decisions they had each made to lead them both back here. “Found something interesting, I take?”