Summary: After the war, Harry and Draco meeting
Harry had not gotten used to Draco's presence.
After the war, Harry had to get used to being in his own skin again, standing quietly in the kitchen, breathing, cream in his tea. Draco had no such problems.
Harry’s eyes followed Draco as he left the kitchen for living room of Harry's house, holding a newspaper. When Draco left, Harry listened to his footsteps.
"Kick you out of Azkaban, did they?" Harry asked.
The footsteps stopped. Draco returned to Harry's range of sight. He frowned. Harry, without another word or a change in the fixed line of his gaze, sipped.