It felt nice to have a large hand riffling through his hair again, but he didn't have a chance to lean into it before they were moving the squashiest sofa as close to the fire as they dared, piling the food and wine onto tables at either end that Harry levitated over.
A couple squat footstools waddled over of their own accord, and Harry settled into a corner of the sofa with his feet up on one of them. "Any disrespect was entirely intentional," he said with a cheeky grin.