Even though Draco had actually went to his room to sleep after he and Potter had had dinner, he had soon been struck by an idea he wanted to work on. He knew just how little he slept normally, so he didn’t really feel like he disturbed his own sleep cycle too much by getting up and getting to work.<br/>Not for the first time since working on this case, Draco had completely lost track of time, only realising that he had probably been sitting there for a lot longer than he thought when Potter suddenly entered.<br/>It made him jump in his seat, the wand he had stuck in his hair wobbling as he did, but ultimately staying where Draco had placed it.<br/>“I wasn’t,” Draco stated, knowing that it was probably a silly thing to say, but he really hadn’t been lying when he had told Potter that he was retreating for the night. The case was simply taking over his thoughts, desperate to see new angles to it and trying out new approaches to everything.<br/>“It’s fine. What time is it?” He asked, having taken to not wear the watch he had gotten from his parents at his 16th birthday, as was customary, simply because it held too many ugly memories. However, he also hadn’t gotten around to get a new watch, so unless he was somewhere with a visible clock, he never knew what time it was.