After having had a particularly emotionally draining and unrewarding group training, Harry had set a side his studies in order to go for a long run. By the time his muscles burned and his knees threatened to buckle every time he moved, Harry had been running for close to three hours straight. As he unlocked the door to the flat, he felt like he might possibly be unable to step over the doormat without tripping over it; this, however, didn't hurt as much as when his coach had snapped at him earlier this afternoon.<br/>In spite of having spend the better part of the day outside in the fall chill in a vest, Harry felt like he was burning up and turned towards the kitchen in sought for cold water. As he entered the doorway, his breath got unexpectedly stuck in his throat.<br/>Harry was already desperately out of breath, but the sight of Draco looking like ... well,<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>, made his heart skip a beat. "Um, hi," he eventually said, doing his best not to address the change of style (though his eyes did wander) as he turned towards the fridge.