Harry was still in the middle of taking off his grassy shoes at the outside of the entrance when Draco answered. The other's voice and proximity (Harry had expected the other to be in his room, in the far end of the apartment) sent a chill down Harry's spine. With a deep breath, Harry walked barefoot towards the doorway leading into the kitchen.<br/>He stood watching the other for a moment, his heart racing in his chest, even though it had long ago calmed down from training. "I really need to talk to you," he breathed, the shakiness of his voice being a proof of his heart rate. "But is it ok if I shower first? Please don't leave."