Stepping out of the fireplace in Draco’s kitchen and finding it empty no longer managed to shake Harry, having grown tentatively accustomed to being in the Manor alone; there was a strange new domesticity in that pause where Harry simply took off his coat, already settling into the prospect of having to wait for Draco to come back from work. Harry had quickly found that Draco’s working hours had become no less odd by working in the Ministry.<br/>It was all the more thrilling when Coote announced Draco’s presence in the study, the notion making Harry’s heart jump in a way that was becoming all too familiar.<br/>This weekend in particular had been good to Harry, feeling more at ease in life than he thought would ever be afforded him, and so, he inevitably left the kitchen in search for the root cause of that ease.<br/>Knocking on the study door, more an old habit than out of necessity, brought every feeling to the surface. Harry was already smiling when he opened the door, giddy at the mere anticipation of Draco.<br/>“Doing overtime?” he greeted from the doorway.