It wasn’t the first time Draco cursed that he lived so far up and he sincerely doubted that it would be the last. The wait for Harry to reach his flat seemed like ages and he was starting to question if it had even been a good idea in the first place. He really did want to talk things through with Harry, but it seemed to daring to even attempt. Maybe there was nothing at all to talk about, but Draco just had to hope that they could figure something out.<br/>He had been so deep in his own thoughts that he jumped when he heard the knock on his door. He took a deep breath, knowing that he would need to steel himself before going into it.<br/>He did his best to not look nervous as he opened the door for Harry. “Hi.”