The work day went by in a blur to Draco, having allowed the work to consume him and the entire day, just like her normally did. It was the one thing he could count on to feel somewhat normal to him, even if everything was weird between himself and Potter, the work would always help keep in grounded in their purpose and now allow himself to get too caught up in everything.<br/>Throughout the day however, Draco had felt certain that he could feel Potter looking at him from across the room, but he never caught him in it, so it stayed at just the suspicion. It was part of the reason that it was better to just focus on his work and not let himself get distracted.<br/>Just because he and Potter were slowly starting to become friends didn’t meant that Draco had to suddenly overthink their relation. He should just take it easy and let it develop as it did, there was no reason to rush anything, much less a realisation about possibly feeling something different towards Potter.<br/>Once he realised that the hour was getting late and that he had reached a point in his research where a break would make sense, Draco put his quill away and glanced over at Potter. This time, he was getting confirmation that Potter was indeed looking at him and Draco had no idea just how long he had been staring.<br/>He felt the heat reach his cheeks and he just had to hope that it didn’t show as an actually blush.<br/>“You know, you can just say if you need something,” he stated, breaking the hour long silence that had fallen like a thick blanket over the study. It was their routine to talk very little while they worked and it was something Draco cherished greatly, but he also didn’t want Potter to feel like he couldn’t ask him of things. “You don’t have to wait for me to realise that you are looking at me, because that way you might be waiting hours.”