There was something about Harry having come home to Draco, even though neither of them had planned nor expected it, that made Draco feel weak. It comforted him somehow that Harry had went home and hadn’t had anyone else to go home to, even if he very much knew that it shouldn’t comfort him at all. It was none of his business when it came down to it.<br/>“Yeah,” he admitted, but there was no shame or embarrassment in his voice. Harry had already seen how he could get when he was consumed by something and he had definitely been consumed by the plethora of interesting books that the old Black library held.<br/>“I got dressed after you left and then I intended to just grab a couple of books and leave,” he explained, though Harry hadn’t actually requested an explanation for his continued presence in the house. “But then one of them looked too interested to not look at immediately and here I am.”