Harry couldn’t have asked for a better night. Despite Draco’s brief moment of worry, it had seemed they were perfectly in agreement to what they were doing. After a brief dinner served in Harry’s room, Draco had gone to his own room for the night.<br/>It was everything Harry wanted.<br/>With good reason, Harry felt particularly optimistic as he headed for the sunroom. He didn’t pause long enough to acknowledge the was his heart flipped at the sight of Draco, already sitting there.<br/>“Morning,” he greeted, unable to contain a grin, the smile of someone with a shared secret. It wasn’t a bad one - in fact, it was nothing short of thrilling. It was a familiar charade, compartmentalized to the late hours of the afternoon, only there were no people there to witness it; it was simply fun and games.