Even if Draco hardly ever thought of asking Harry for these things anymore, he still felt a thrill run through him every time Harry agreed. He always looked like Draco had offered him something special, something that wouldn’t normally be for him, when Draco knew so deeply that he would always be for Harry.<br/>“Good,” he said with a crooked grin, using the hand on Harry’s hip to push him backwards towards the stairs, wanting to get him somewhere he was certain that Kreacher wouldn’t check in on them.<br/>“Come on then,” he added, the grin seemingly cemented on his features by now, but he was simply too happy and at ease to allow himself to be bothered about it.