Venturing further into the Manor than he had ever had before, Harry had twice had to ask Coote to restate his directions. Eventually, Harry had crossed the house, and the back facade became glass instead of brick, a heavily planted sunroom revealing itself to Harry.<br/>Even from a distance, Harry saw Draco seated at a tableset.<br/>In the late may morning sun, Draco's hair was white gold and his skin was pearl. It made Harry's heart ache, never really realising how much he had missed the sun before seeing Draco bathed in it. Harry wanted to pull the wand out from his hair more than ever before.<br/>And still, Harry stalled at the threshold. After a month at the Manor, new habits had formed and after dancing around window sills, careful not to breach the perimiter of the wards, this felt almost violent.<br/>"Does this count as the outside?" Harry asked, a giddy smile inevitably growing on his lips, unable to stop.