The sound of Draco’s voice sent a shiver down Harry’s spine, a smile already at his lips by the time Harry turned his head to place him in the room. Poised in the doorway to the dining room, Draco looked like he belonged, like the house was his and not Harry’s. It made Harry’s head spin.<br/>“Hey,” he grinned a bit hazily, too thrilled by Draco’s mere presence to properly hear the tease in his question. His hands found the line of claps running down the left of his uniform coat, dusty with the decay of Towthorpe.<br/>“Yeah, sorry.”