When Harry had opted for the Floo rather than apparating, he had done so at Draco’s encouragement. Harry had assumed the suggestion had stemmed from convenience, allowing Harry to enter the home without Draco having to leave the study to tend to the front door. He had, however, not expected Draco to be this immediately available, surprised to find him in his kitchen.<br/>“Hi,” he greeted, his voice made airy by a disoriented but pleased smile. Stepping into the room without further invitation, Harry’s heart flipped at the familiarity of seeing Draco by the dinette.<br/>Force of habit, and a testament to Kreacher’s disinterest in keeping the Grimmauld hearth clean than it was to Coote’s, Harry thoughtlessly brushed non-existent ashes off of his sleeve cuffs.<br/>“Sorry, ‘you having your lunch?” he asked, and though his eyes dipped to the plate in front of Draco, the apology didn’t carry the offer of returning at a later time.