Much like anyone else, their home was their sanctuary. It was the one place where they didn't have to pretend to be anyone else but who they were. For Harry, that was all true of course but even more... it was the first real place he could ever truly call his. It was their's obviously but still. It wasn't willed to him, it wasn't a school... it was their home and to invite Draco Malfoy into that meant that they trusted him to see every bit of who they were.

Although one of their tutors/instructors told them they worked as well as an 'well oiled machine', he was glad that it transferred outside of training simulations. When Draco gave him space after he woke up to make coffee and heat up some comfort food, whether deliberate or not, it made Harry realize just how in tune they all were with one another. It was a little thing perhaps but unlike others in his life before, he wasn't being coddled or told to get over it (or throwing a fit that Harry interrupted their sleep again).

He took a minute to listen to his magic as it hummed along his body and exhaled a slow breath. Harry rolled from bed, changed out of his boxers into a pair of loose fitting exercise pants and walked into the living room, settling onto one side of the couch, taking a quick look at the time. It wasn't even near sunrise yet. "The worst part of these dreams is the timing," he muttered, knowing he wouldn't be getting back to sleep for a while.