Draco all but rushes them back home, and her eyes are shining when she peels off Harry's t-shirt and sits him down on a stool in the bathroom, a pair of scissors and clippers laid out on the counter. He's glad she looks happy, but something is nagging at him after his unsuccessful attempt to pry out why she broke her routine to come here today. She stands between his legs, snipping away at his hair, and Harry hides his face into her belly when she gets close enough. He presses kisses through the fabric of her hoodie and strokes his hand up the back of her leg. 