___________________________________________________________<br/><br/>The last 6 months seemed to have inched by but then, the moment Draco was back in his life, time seemed to have sped up immensely. The last hours had gone by without Harry even registering their passing. Coffee and catching up with Draco had turned into a continuation at Draco's, and one glass of wine had turned into a bottle. Harry had ended up spending much longer with Draco than initially intended, yet he found that the hairs on his neck still stood when he turned to eye the other. Harry could hardly believe Draco was once again sitting here with him.<br/>Harry, sitting on Draco's couch, had just refilled his glass of wine; he turned to empty the remains of the bottle into Draco's without even considering asking.