Draco was standing in front of the bathroom mirror fussing over his already perfect hair when Harry strolled in. He leaned against the doorjamb in what Draco was sure was meant to be a casual manner but Harry's tense shoulders and tapping foot gave away his nerves.
When Harry cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair Draco knew that he was going to ask something stupid, he always cleared his throat and dragged a hand through his rat's nest before asking truly stupid questions.
"Draco, are we living together?"
Ah there it was, "Don't be an imbecile Potter." Draco's eyes flicked briefly to Harry's in the mirror to give him a bemused look before focusing on his hair again. "If we were living together you'd have to pick up your boat sized shoes, help me when I'm entertaining, and come to dinner with my parents more than once a year."
"I mean most of my stuff is here and I'm here every day, I hardly ever go to Number 12. I was just, you know, making sure that it was okay that I ate the food in the fridge whenever I wanted and slept in your bed every night."
"I'd kill you if you stopped" Draco could see Harry smile in the mirror.
There was only a slight pause before Harry said, "I love you too, Draco."
Looking away from the mirror for the first time during their exchange, Draco gave Harry a coy smile before turning back to straighten his robes.