Draco jumped when one of his alarms suddenly blared, having been so completely in on himself that he hardly had noticed the time pass. He wasn’t expecting anyone, no people ever really came by to visit the manor, but he<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>have a lingering hope that it might be Harry.<br/>They had never made a deal of Harry returning to the manor and part of Draco hadn’t really expected to see him back here any time soon.<br/>Still though, Draco got up from his seat, wand abandoned on the table and hair hanging loose and framing his face. As he reached the front door, he took a moment before actually opening it, wanting to brace himself against the potential disappointment.<br/>When he finally managed to open the door, he was struck in place by the sight.<br/>It was indeed Harry, but so much had changed over the weekend that Draco didn’t know how to properly wrap his head around it. First of all, Harry was in uniform and he had gotten a haircut, the long loose curls that Draco had gotten so used to gone and replaced with a shorter and sharper look. It was like they were back to the first time they saw each other since the war and it made Draco’s stomach lurch.