Harry had come to realize over the years that he was most definitely bisexual. It was why he was not at all shy about that. He took a moment to look the other man over before shaking his head with a chuckle. "No, not at all," he said with an amused smirk before walking over to the cupboard and taking down his favorite mug. "You've always been frustratingly attractive."

While Draco was decked out in a matching silk sleep set, Harry was thankful that he remembered to put on actual lounge pants but left off the shirt. His body already ran much hotter than it used to (due to the malnutrition). "Hermione will be upset that she missed the midnight scones," he mused with a little smile.

They each had their particular skill set when it came to cooking. Although he had been forced to cook for his relatives all those years ago, Harry found joy in cooking. Now that he could actually eat what he made and share it with Hermione and Draco. That wasn't to say that he wasn't opposed to bonding with a house elf in the future but it would have to be a consensus and a special circumstance.