Harry’s hand lingered at the curve of Draco’s jaw even as he straightened his posture an inch; had Draco not asked him a question, Harry might have chased another kiss.<br/>“Everything,” Harry grinned, lopsided and boyish at the notion that Draco had responded to the question with incredulity. He greatly valued Draco’s input on any and all matters, even those which Harry would rather not address.<br/>Allowing himself to settle into the proximity without pushing to increase it, Harry relaxed his posture, leaning against the lip of the table. After days apart, he found himself unable to impossible not to, though he reluctantly withdrew his hand.<br/>“More urgently I want you to come to Towthorpe with me tomorrow.”<br/>Calling Draco<span style="font-style: italic">Cursebreaker</span>was more than a tease, though Harry enjoyed how that sounded just as much as he did<span style="font-style: italic">Healer</span>. What Harry was asking of Draco would genuinely fall on the plate of one, but he’d rather ask it of Draco than of anybody else in Buchannan’s team. “I’d like to hear what you make of it.”