It was rare that Harry saw Draco grin, and it knocked the air out of his lungs. With the way the case was progressing, Harry didn't get to see Draco self-satisfied that often; right then an there, Draco looked like a boy having gotten his first<span style="font-style: italic">outstanding</span><br/>Harry made a face at the question, the corners of his mouth pulling in a sheepish admission, mind still partially static. Of course he did; that wasn't a new revalation, even though Draco had come to sound shy when asking about it.<br/>"I wouldn't have stayed if I didn't," Harry answered with a smile, knowingly expanding the scope of his trust to span the entirety of the passing month.<br/>His eyes had drifted, following the seam of the doorway as if he'd be able to see the shimmer of a ward, but came up short. In private, he knew he had made the decision to trust Draco when Harry showed up at his doorstep the very first time.<br/>When Harry stepped forward he met no resistance upon crossing the threshold, finding no ward that prevented him from leaving the main body of the Manor. He took another step before meeting sunlight; there, he stopped.<br/>Cold to begin with, the Manor had done nothing to counter it, and Harry had just resigned himself to being cold. Especially through the glass panes, the May sun was warm against his skin, the entire room containing a warmer climate than England could ever muster outside.<br/>The sound that escaped him was pure bliss, stepping into warm water with sore muscles. He closed his eyes, but his lips parted in a chuckle.<br/>"You moved the wards," Harry observed with gratitude, tipping his chin upwards to better meet the sunshine.<br/>Lazily, he opened his eyes, gaze finding Draco through hooded eyes. Harry's smile only widened in a jape. "Or you've kept this hidden from me all this time."