“Yeah?” Harry prompted, pleasantly surprised. Draco might as well have, the hour quickly drawing towards suppertime, but the ease of the practicality took Harry aback, finding that Draco had barely had supper when Harry had first moved into the Manor.<br/>He opened the door fully, his hand leaving the doorknob as he stepped inside the room.<br/>“Alright,” he answered, far from displeased, but unable to fully wrap his head around anything besides the fact that Draco was, objectively, born to lounge in that particular armchair, blond and bright against dark fabric and shelves.<br/>“Did you put in any requests?” Harry asked with a juvenile grin, stopping ahead of Draco, his fingers thoughtlessly finding Draco’s knee. “Otherwise I think we can expect a full banquet.”