______<br/><br/>Despite how long Harry had been at the Manor, it was only his last day there that he found himself back in the entryway. Draco had spent the past couple of days here, hopefully having been successful in easing the restrictions of his wards and on the Thursday before Harry’s birthday, Harry was finally ready to leave.<br/>Coote had already shipped his chest back to Grimmauld through the Floo, but Draco had still been weary of Harry getting caught in the network and had encouraged him to apparate off the grounds, and Harry himself was aching to step into the late July sun.<br/>“I’m not gunna smack my head against it this time, yeah?” Harry asked, a smile on his lips. He was in a good mood, looking forward to reemerging into the real world, and having already spent a brilliant morning in Draco’s company.<br/>Harry had particularly enjoyed himself this last week of his stay, the stakes significantly lowered and Draco more easily (or more willing to be) distracted from his work. He still had such a hold on Harry’s attention that Harry’s heart flipped in his chest whenever he looked at him.<br/>He smiled, unable to help it.<br/>“Have you tried tossing an object through it, or are you just brilliant enough to know it works without having tested it?”