At no point did Harry look into the room. As soon as they had stepped into full view of the sunroom, his eyes had been on Draco, getting the pleasure of watching the surprise bloom and settle across Draco’s expression. Inevitably, Harry grinned, wide and toothy and about to burst, the thrill of having done good filling his chest to the point that it hurt when Draco briefly met his eye.<br/>When he had first thought about putting in this request with Coote, it had felt silly and mundane, too-noticeably a last minute interpretation of a feasible gift. Suddenly, that didn’t matter, for Draco gave his hand a squeeze, and Harry could have left his own body with a feeling of accomplishment.<br/>“Happy birthday,” he reiterated for the millionth time today, but feeling like there was little else he could say.