That comment brought the laugh out of Harry that had already been forming in the back of his throat. Humourless but well-meaning, Harry laughed, a little genuine sound of exhaustion and defeat.<br/>“Can you blame me?” he exhaled, a chuckle to his voice as he took a step to the side, moving closer to the table.<br/>It was almost pure instinct, the way his fingers brushed the table edge. There was such an impulse to reach out for his wand to pocket it, even after months of being without it.<br/>Knowing it was of no use, Harry instead pocketed his empty hand, if only to keep himself distracted.<br/>“What now, then?” he asked, the frustration having deflated from his voice by the time his eyes found Draco.