There was something about seeing Potter appear in the doorway to the sunroom that Draco hadn’t anticipated. It felt more intimate than their regular shared breakfasts in the kitchen, but Draco was going to get over himself, not taking note of the shiver running down his spine, feeling that Potter deserved to get to enjoy his breakfast in the sun.<br/>“Only one way to find out,” he stated with a crooked grin.<br/>He knew that it was probably too cheeky, only appreciating that Potter took his precautions, but he also felt that Potter should know him well enough by now to know that Draco wouldn’t ask him to do something that would harm him. At least, Draco desperately hoped that this was something that Potter already knew.<br/>“Do you trust me?” He asked, unsure what answer he expected, but he definitely knew what answer that he hoped for.