Even though it had been Harry himself to urge them onwards, it was only when Draco prompted him to, that Harry finally shifted to retrieve the coat he had only just discarded.<br/>“I thought you’d been there before,” Harry grinned, attention clinging to Draco even as he slipped on his coat.<br/>There was an odd sense of relief in the knowledge that Draco had visited before, easing the intimacy of the planning required to actually have him over. The house on Grimmauld Place was warded with exceptionally hostile wards, and Harry was simply unable to command and manipulate them as easily and as quickly as Sirius and Dumbledore had been able to when the house was last in use by a multitude of irregular guests. As a result, Harry didn’t bring people home all that often, finding it too much of a hassle and, more quietly, like an uncomfortable invasion of cherished privacy.<br/>As he took a step back towards Draco, adjusting the lapels of his own coat, Harry realized that hesitancy might just always exclude Draco. It did for now, at least.