Harry caught Draco's smirk and felt a blush rising to his cheeks. He wasn't used to the way Draco looked at him, but he liked it. How long had he wished for a safe, secure place that they could be alone together? "It has," he agreed to Draco's small talk, frozen in place for a few moments. To walk forward any more would be dangerous, or he might give in to his temptation. Harry was relieved as he got the signal to go inside. He followed after Draco, stopping to watch him lock the door. The little clicking sound was the best sort of reassurance for him at the moment. His green eyes finally met the gray ones he had come to fancy quite a bit, and he reached out to pull Draco toward him. He wasn't that interested in talking, at least not to begin with, because he had greatly missed the blond's touches.