Harry had been unable to distinguish who had made that decision, but he found them making the familiar path through the Manor to his bedroom. He didn’t mind, barely registering before the door swung open and he knew exactly where the bed was without needing to orient himself in the room.<br/>Regardless, Harry stalled in the middle of the room, his hand still in Draco’s. His heart was hammering loud enough for it to ring in his ears, and still he paused, needing Draco to be sure that this was something he wanted.