Although they were well into adulthood now and had fought (and won) a blood war, and they had full access to their magic (and could even use it in their home), he had grown up in a muggle home (as disfunctional as it was) and Harry still found things that he preferred to do the muggle way. Imagine his surprise the first time Draco made the decision to not use magic when doing something. It had honestly surprised both of them.

He chuckled and reached over for his book he'd been reading the night before, Advanced Ruins and Arithmancy and opening it up. "You and me both, it's downright irritating," he said, glancing over the section he'd been on before shutting it and setting it aside again.

He stood from the couch and walked into the open kitchen then leaned against the counter.

"I didn't intend to ruin your beauty sleep," he said with a teasing smile, watching Draco move around the kitchen. It was... charming, actually.