Harry had been looking through the official Auror report of the previous night when Draco entered, and as Draco's phrasing made the corners of Harry's mouth turn upward in a slightly annoyed grin. "I'm much better, thanks," he answered, pushing the papers side as he straightened his back a bit. "It's Harry, though," he added, the grin slightly audible in his voice. He hoped that the<span style="font-style: italic">mr. Potter</span>wasn't anything but a joking remark, but there was still a nagging fear that it was an attempt to maintain some distance between them  that Draco didn't have any interest in catching up.<br/>In an attempt to push his worries aside, Harry absentmindedly ran his hand through his hair, his fingers slightly gracing the shaved spot that surrounded the wound. "You said I'd be able to go home today, right?"