____<br/>To most, the prospect of Friday night pints were probably neither particularly exciting nor nerve wracking, but to Draco it had definitely been both. While he had been certain that Hannah had only invited him because she genuinely wanted him to be there, it had still felt like he was intruding on something that wasn’t for him.<br/>So when he appeared in the manor kitchen, having apparated from the Tipsy Tadpole, he was tired but relieved and, more than anything else, extremely pleased with how the evening had turned out.<br/>The fact that he and Hannah were both Slytherins had helped them out a lot, neither of them feeling like they had to alter themselves to fit into the environment that was so marred by Gryffindors as the ministry was.<br/>It was with a spring in his step and a smile on his face, both from the good time he had had but also from the pints, that Draco went to his bedroom, unsure if Harry was still going to be there, and if he was, if he was going to be awake, but he so wanted to see him right in that moment. He was probably less than careful when he pushed the door open, pleased to see the shape bundled up underneath his bedsheets.<br/>“You awake?”