_____<br/><br/>Harry had changed into pajamas before mixing the bread dough, leaving a fine dusting of flower cutting across his thigh where he had bumped the counter. Having done a final round of the flat, checking that Teddy was both asleep and covered by the comforter, Harry pushed the bedroom door open.<br/>The sight that met him wasn't unexpected - Harry had heard Draco finish up in the bathroom while he was still puttering about in the kitchen - but it didn't mean Harry's breath didn't hitch all the same. Even if Draco had started spending the night more often than not, it still felt like a rare sight to see Draco make himself so comfortable. Harry could barely contain a smile.<br/>Closing the door behind him, Harry felt the reassuring shift in pressure as the silencing charm around the room took force.<br/>"Is it work?" Harry asked, referring to the parchment Draco was reading.<br/>Harry's smile was still tugging at the corner of his mouth, too at ease for the question to sound accusing. He tugged the duvet aside, kneeling onto the mattress in order to peer over at the writing on the scroll, before eventually settling himself on his stomach.<br/>Tenderly, though not necessarily insistingly, Harry wrapped an arm across Draco's midriff, doing what he could to get the other within reach. "You're not working tomorrow, are you?"