"It's the closest I've got, right now. With you-know-who squatting in the fucking Manor, I've got nowhere else to call home," Draco said dismissively, downplaying the disconcerting feeling of belonging he had developed. He was still the odd one out – not one of the inner circle, not exactly liked – but they had accepted him, given him a place on the fringes of the group. And he rather liked it there, on the edge.