Standing in the bedroom again, Draco was stood peering curiously out of the "window’, reaching out a hand and probing carefully at the illusion of the sun high in the sky over the dark forest. Harry was more interested in looking at Draco though. Looking at Draco, and then looking at the bed. He knew what he wanted. What he wanted to do with Draco. They might have had the illusion of time before, but that illusion was gone now, and Harry wanted to experience this with Draco. Maybe it wasn’t the best reason to take this leap, but Harry didn’t care. They had plenty of other good reasons, what did it matter which one tipped him over the edge?