"Yeah," Harry exhaled deeply, as he pulled a water jug from the fridge. In the same moment he had unscrewed the cap, a knock on the door was heard.<br/>"Come in," he answered, impatiently and slightly annoyed by the interruption. Harry was fairly certain he had left the door unlocked, and he didn't want to bother Draco, who was buried deep in homework; and, besides, Harry himself couldn't be bothered either.<br/>Because of that, Harry's lips were on the bottle when he saw Dante enter the kitchen. The Black man was, just as Harry, in running attire and his hairline was equally sweaty.<br/>"Hi, Draco, right?" Dante greeted politely, but it was apparent that his attention was anywhere but on Harry's roommate. "Sorry, I just forgot something-"<br/>"Wha-ah!" Harry flinched under Dante's touch. Harry had barely had time to put away the water bottle when Dante's hands were unapologetically on Harry's hips. The touch made Harry's knees buckle, instinctively trying to distance himself. Before Harry had time to protest, Dante offered an explanation.<br/>"You've still got my key," Dante muttered softly, as he turned the hemline of Harry's shorts inside out, and as promised, he retrieved out a silver house key.