_____________<br/><br/>In the end, Harry had been unwell for the entirety of the weekend. It hadn’t been until Monday morning that the fever had passed and, as many other times before it, Harry felt well enough to work, so that’s where he went. He hadn’t been particularly productive, though.<br/>Whether it was the regularly administered potions, the fever itself or Draco’s frankly surprisingly gentle attention, Harry had felt like putty for the past few days. They had slept together twice, and how tender Draco’s affection had been still sent shivers down Harry’s spine whenever he found himself lingering too long on that memory.<br/>The only other alternative distraction, unfortunately, paled in comparison.<br/>Buchannan had come by Harry’s office some time after lunch, bringing with him a report forewarning that the stabilizing wards the Ministry Cursebreakers had cast around the house at Towthorpe would soon have to be either replaced or dismantled. It remained half read on his desk, the lingering discomfort of yesterday mixing with the sourness of an unsolved case, only able to get through a few paragraphs at a time.<br/>Subsequently, it proved a pleasant change of pace when the plaque mounted on the mantle of his fireplace shifted, the letters shining a golden<span style="font-style: italic">Home</span>moments before the flames turned green.