"I said I was waiting for something that day... and I said I'd know it when I... well, I wanted to tell you that I see it. And I know it. I saw it, anyway. It was in my house, lying on my carpets and drinking my coffee and reading my—Ginny's magazines and torturing my cat," Harry says all in one breath, eyes fixed on Draco, who can't quite force his mouth to work. "And I... was a bit of an idiot." He pauses."You were a lot of an idiot," Draco rasps, finding his voice."Probably. And after I was an idiot and it left—the something—I thought it was better, I thought I didn't need it, but... fuck, this is harder than I thought it would be," Harry admits, frowning and rubbing at his wet face.