Even if things were a lot more relaxed between the two of them by now, Draco could still tell that there was a heavy tension in the air. After all, they were essentially strangers still, even if they had been hanging out all night and had been a lot closer to each other than Draco normally ever would be with a stranger. It was a weird mix of knowing each other intimately and not knowing each other at all, and now they were going to be spending the night together, something that Draco was finding that he regretted his decision, especially because it had mostly been to piss off his dad.<br/>“Alright,” he stated, his voice soft as he went the way that Harry instructed. It was becoming increasingly real the closer they got to the door and Draco couldn’t help but wonder if Harry maybe resented him for having put them in this situation; however he also didn’t feel like he could ask Harry if he hated him for it, so it made no sense to even worry about it.<br/>Instead, he remained silent as he waited for Harry to unlock the door, torn between wishing that he had drunk a lot more and a lot less.