Shifting his weight, Harry had with one small step and then another returned to Draco’s proximity, stopping ahead of him as he lazily redid the clasps of his coat, absentmindedly preparing himself to apparate home.<br/>“I’ll give you a tour,” Harry promised pleasantly, though everything about what<span style="font-style: italic">they</span>were added a weight to the promise, just like the promise of tea wasn’t ever going to be just tea.<br/>Transparently, it showed in Harry’s gaze. There was a boyish air about him as he looked at Draco, tirelessly.<br/>Draco had generously opened his home for Harry, and now having offered, Harry suddenly felt compelled to repay that kindness. If only out of curiosity, selfishly interested to see how Draco looked propped up on his couch, or against his sheets.<br/>It pulled at Harry’s smile, mind far removed from their conversation.<br/>“It’s 12 Grimmauld Place,” he dragged, trying to gather his rein in his thoughts for long enough to actually answer Draco’s question. “You won’t be able to apparate to number twelve, though; it won’t show. There’s, uh, an apparation point in King’s Square Garden around the corner, if that's easier. You’ll have to give me a few minutes to lower the wards from inside, anyway.”