The sound of Draco's voice pulled Harry out of his reverie, eyes leaving the folders in favour for Draco. For a moment, Harry looked interrupted, but whatever had been cut short had barely been coherent, simply absorbed by his considerations, however fruitless they might be.<br/>"Sure," he said when the question sunk in. He leaned forward, the chairlegs hitting the floor with a click.<br/>Fed up with the increasing volume of administrative work being redirected his way after it had become known that he wasn't working on a DLME issued case, Harry had cleared his calendar and requested of  both Coote and Kreacher that no mail was to be delivered to him today. It had left quite a few hours to just stare at the files making no process.<br/>Whatever Draco wanted from him was a welcomed distraction.<br/>"What's up?"