His fingers found the bottom of his jumper, and Harry said, "Ah, I had heard about those. I thought it was a joke though," and he lifted the jumper up over his head, "Who has peacocks in their garden for fucks sake? How ostentatious," he dropped the jumper on top of his trunk and readjusted his glasses which had been dislodged in the process. He turned his gaze on Draco and found him reclined comfortably in Harry’s bed, his ankles crossed, his hands resting behind his head, and his eyes fixed intently on Harry.