Harry smiled, fairly certain he had offered a treat Draco would be hard pressed to refuse. Kreacher certainly wouldn’t mind Draco sticking around, happily assisting Draco in his endeavours far better than Harry would be able to, no matter how good his intentions were.<br/>Having buttoned his fly back up, Harry straightened the waistband of his trousers by their belt loops.<br/>“Good,” he grinned as he crossed the kitchen.<br/>Steadying himself with a hand on the back of Draco’s chair, he leaned in to brush a quick kiss to Draco’s temple. He almost immediately straightened his posture.<br/>“You can let yourself out when you’re done, yeah?”