Harry had been anxiously waiting at the hotel lobby. Fr the first few minutes he had been walking, restless at the prospect of the formality he had grown unaccustomed to over the last few years; It had only taken him a moment to realize how the hard leather of his dress shoes sounded against the marble floor, leaving him awkwardly waiting, upright by the front desk, cap under his arm.<br/>The formal uniform he had specifically been asked to wear had quickly grown foreign to him, feeling out of place in the stream lines whiteness of the upscale hotel, Lucius' assistant had lodged Harry at. He shifted his stance once again, uncomfortable in the stiff collar.<br/>It took him several moments to realise the doorman across the lobby had waved at him, urging him on. It was only when the receptionist addressed him with a soft<span style="font-style: italic">sir</span>, that Harry even put two and two together.<br/>Rushed, intending to make as little sound as possible, Harry left the lobby in favour for the chill evening air.<br/>He didn't know why it still came as a surprise, but it took the doorman to point out the car that had come for Harry. Dark and with tinted windows, Harry hadn't recognized neither the model or the driver sitting at the wheel.<br/>With a little smile and a little nod, Harry opened the car door, peeing in. Upon finding that Draco was there alone, a genuinely relieved smile lit up Harry's features.<br/>"Hi," he let out, softly and pleasantly surprised, as he finally slipped into the car, closing the door behind him.<br/>Resting the hat on his lap, Harry turned slightly towards Draco. For a moment, a visible consideration went through him, as Harry first realized he maybe should have kissed Draco, at least on the cheek, and then immediately regretted that thought. It left him on an almost boyish, "Good to see you."