Harry had probably never felt quite at ease in the wider scope of Grimmauld Place, finding the rooms stiff and unwelcoming, and Kreacher’s persistent presence to be enough to remind him that this house was never quite his. The master bedroom was different, though, wards as old as the house itself marking a boundary at the threshold, allowing Harry a chance at true ease and solitude.<br/>There really was something quite special about sharing that ease with Draco, feeling the room wobble around with either the ward or anticipation.<br/>They had barely shut the door behind them before Harry once again reached for Draco. Catching a hold of his neck, Harry invited him closer, egging him within reach as he himself stretched, meeting the distance halfway with a kiss.<br/>His hands didn’t linger. In a moment of unabashed intimacy, Harry counted on Draco’s continued proximity, even when Harry wasn’t there to keep him close. Instead, Harry’s hands fell to his own chest, undoing the clasps of the first of his many layers.<br/>“We should get you a uniform,” he mused with a grin, lips ghosting clumsily at the corner of Draco’s mouth.