"He would have," Draco says, though Harry's words take him back, making him pause a moment. It's not that he agrees with him but that no one has worried about it. They dismiss him as a dilettante, and Draco thinks that's intentional, something he's done to ensure that no one looks at Lucius too closely. "I can't argue with you, but he's not the only one either."

It is so odd, in the best possible ways. He's not worrying, and he doesn't feel he has to watch his back all the time. Not in this flat. Not with them.

Sliding his hands along Harry's waist, just resting there and enjoying the intimacy. It's something that he's never had, not really with anyone, so this feels better than it should.

"I'm glad for that as well. Even if I know I can't kiss you like I want. Not and face Hermione's wraith. Sorry, not doing that.