Harry falls asleep on the train home, face pressed against Draco's shoulder. The train rocks backwards and forwards, the lights low as the darkened scenery slides by. He's tired, so tired but happy. Emotionally exhausted after the best weekend of his life. He's had so much fun, and gained enough good memories to last a lifetime. Harry's not thrilled for it to be over but work beckons for both him and Draco. Holiday over and back to skipping meetings and coffee with Ginny on her balcony. Draco's excited to get back to a warm house without the need to pile on jumpers. The island wind was arctic. Harry's just pleased that they got to spend this time together.

The journey rushes by and before long, Draco's shaking his shoulder as the train draws up in the almost empty Kings Cross. The freezing air that meets them off the train is less than pleasant, but with Draco's hand in his, Harry feels warm all over. They hurry towards the taxi ranks, not wanting to venture down into the underground tunnels at this time of night. THe back of a black cab is dark and Harry, feeling sleepiness overcoming him, curls up against Draco, tucking his face into Draco's neck. Draco chuckles tiredly and wraps his arms tightly around Harry, savouring each other's body warmth. Headlights sweep across them as the taxi slips between rows of late-night traffic.

The taxi stops first at Draco's house. Draco gently untangles himself from Harry and stands up, yanking his bag onto the pavement and tugging Harry out after him. They stand underneath a yellow streetlight, saying their goodbyes. Harry's too tired to form a coherent sentence so he buries his face in Draco's shoulder, hugging him tightly as Draco presses a kiss into Harry's hair. When his grip finally loosens, Draco shoves him gently in the direction of the taxi, blowing Harry a small kiss.

'Text me, alright?'

'Sure,' Harry mumbles.

'Okay. Love you,'

A warm feeling fills Harry's chest as he takes in the flyaway comment. 'Love you too,'

The taxi ride is quick, the streets getting darker and darker as they move away from the traffic filled roads. In no time at all, he's stumbling up the steps to his flat, dragging his bag behind him. The hallway light flickers softly, reflecting off Harry's glasses as he fumbles with the key in the lock. The apartment is pitch black and completely freezing. Flicking the light switches on, Harry wanders into the living room to find the window wide open, the curtains fluttering in the icy breeze. He walks slowly over to close it, tiredness fogging up his brain. The street is dark, streetlights creating yellow puddles of light on the pavement. The occasional car travels by, the engine noise fading off into the distance. The wind sends shivers down his neck but it feels good on his face, refreshing. He leans out further, watching the faint lights of an underground train crossing a bridge. The night is interspersed with fading sirens but the silences in between are deadly quiet. The city is sleeping. Harry starts to shake, his body reacting to the arctic wind ruffling his hair, so he pushes the window shut with a bang, tugging the curtains over before turning the heating up higher.

He leaves his bag in the middle of the hallway. Harry's room is equally cold, so after tugging a crumpled t-shirt and checked pyjama bottoms out of his drawers and quickly brushing his teeth, he makes his way into Ginny's room. As usual, she is curled up in a ball in the centre of the bed. Harry can hear a portable heater whirring away in the corner of the room. Typical. Hearing noise, Ginny sleepily lifts her head, grinning widely at Harry and moving over in bed. He climbs into the offered spot, leaning over to give her a hug, chuckling at her squeals.

'Oh my god! You're freezing!'

'Yeah, who's fault is that? You left the window open!'

'Good thing you closed it then,' She says, snuggling under the covers. 'Did you have a good time?'

'The best,' Harry murmurs, his eyes closing.

'That's good,' Ginny's voice is faint and Harry finally lets sleep overcome him.

Harry doesn't get up until midday. Ginny left at seven, wriggling out of bed and leaving a cup of coffee for him on the bedside table. It went cold a long time ago. Right now, he is lying in bed, covers pulled over his face, trying to put off having to get up. His phone buzzed a couple of times but Harry doesn't care. His body's weary and he's happy just to lie there with the room out of focus. He's got time off until after New Years, thank god. Plenty of time to, well, do nothing. It's not been a particularly strenuous year but after February's disaster, he's really appreciated any time off.

Eventually, he gets up, dragging himself into the shower and slumping at the kitchen table with his phone and a fresh cup of coffee. There's a few endearing texts from Draco, which makes him smile, before replying. There's also a slightly alarming one from Hermione, which just says 'be ready' Harry's not sure if he wants to know what she's talking about. He answers an email from Adam, forwarding a couple of dates to the Ministry in regards to days off and delightedly texts Andromeda about a day with Teddy. The house is far too quiet for his liking so he turns the radio on, grateful for the incessant background chat.

HIs sketchbook is lying abandoned on the table, but Harry finds that he doesn't have the energy to draw. Instead, he sits there, staring into space, cradling a mug of coffee. He's been doing this for approximately an hour when there's an almighty thump as the front door opens and crashes into his bad from last night, left in the hallway. Harry stares in shock as Hermione swears sweetly, giving his bag a violent kick as she wrestles out of her belted jacket.

'Harry!,' She smiles, rushing over to wrap her arms around his neck.

'Mione? I thought you didn't have a key for this place?' Harry looks confusedly at her.

'Oh, I didn't,' She says cheerfully. 'But while you were gone, me and Ginny made some spare copies,'

'Why?' Harry asks.

'Oh, y'know. If something happens,' Hermione says airily.

'Oh ok. Erm, you want something to drink, to eat?'

'Oh, no, no, no. We've got a busy day!' Hermione looks thrilled, tugging Harry up out of his seat and towards the front door.

'Hermione, what do you mean? Where are we going?' Harry says, hesitation clear in his body.

'Oh, just shopping, out for lunch, that kind of thing,'

'Ugh, Mione. Could you tell me first, please? I don't like you making plans for me,'

'Sorry, but admit it. If I'd asked you, you would've refused. Sometimes, Harry, spontaneity is the best option,' Hermione grins and ruffles his hair.

'Ok, then. Drag me wherever you want to go,' Harry mumbles, resignedly.

Four hours of hardcore, Hermione-style, Soho shopping has left Harry completely exhausted. They're currently sat in a tiny, vintage tearoom down a backstreet, enjoying a typical afternoon tea of milky tea and scones. The multitude of bags by their feet are going to be hell to get home but Hermione's happy. She dragged Harry to pretty much every shop in the area, saying that 'it was totally necessary because just look at what he's wearing'. Harry, doesn't see the point, to be honest. Give him a cotton t-shirt anyday.

'Right, Ginny's asking when you'll be back and if you're seeing Draco tonight,' Hermione looks up from her phone.

'Not seeing him tonight, he's round at Pansy's house. Tell her that I'll be home soon, if we leave straight after this,'

'Oh, did I forget to mention? You've got a haircut booked at my usual hairdressers,' Hermione says innocently.

Harry rolls his eyes in exasperation. 'Tell me Hermione, the next time you go around organising my life,'

'Aww, sorry but you need it. It's far too long and you look shabby,'

'I always look shabby, nothing strange there,'

Hermione huffs. 'Well, let's get you sorted out, then,'

Harry isn't back home until gone 11 o'clock. He got his haircut, then Hermione mentioned that Ron and Ginny were meeting them for dinner. So he then had to socialize for far too long, and just as he was going to escape, Hermione decided that he should go back to their house for god knows what. And then he definitely wasn't able to escape. There was some wine drinking and some chat, and some more drinking. But it was nice, to spend time with his family, his favourite people. So by the time Ginny and Harry returned to the house, he was so tired that he just had time to shove the bags unto his wardrobe and crawl into bed, shooting Draco off a quick goodnight text.

Harry's missing his youth and the ability to stay up long into the night. Seems like nowadays all he does is sleep and drink coffee. Aah, the life of a busy adult. How fun. Harry certainly wishes Teddy won't get stuck in this incessant circle of work, drink, sleep, work, drink, sleep. It gets boring after a while. There's only one person who makes Harry want to live life to its fullest nowadays. Harry can't seem to manage it on his own anymore.