"You put it in my drawers." Harry snapped back. Draco kept his face carefully neutral and hummed, leaned in the doorframe. He scanned Harry over like assessing data, like he always did. He was so composed, so put together. It was rare Draco let that slip, nowadays. Harry was the only one who got to see him go soft, drop all the walls and calculations, and laugh like an idiot or dance with him in the kitchen, or chase Scorpius around the house.