It still seemed so odd to Draco to have a house that so clearly tried to cater to him when he wasn’t the owner, even the manor seemed to put up more of a fight than Grimmauld did, but he also found himself relaxed by it. He knew that it wasn’t like this for any other company that Harry kept, and part of him genuinely cherished that thought, desperately wanting to be special to Harry, even if it was just due to his house loving Draco.<br/>In an attempt to stop the itch in his fingers from reaching out to Harry, Draco instead decided to let his hair out of its tight bun. He had put up his hair when he left for the ministry, and in his rush it had gotten too tight and was now pulling at his scalp, giving him a slight headache. At least, that was part of the reason.<br/>“So, any exciting evening plans? Or are they maybe secret?” Draco asked, finally turning to look at Harry, trying to suppress the shiver that ran down his spine as he saw Harry undoing his jacket. It almost felt like too intimate of an action to be a witness to.