It had been clear that Draco had had a rough morning. Having yet to discover the precise root cause to that tension, and whether or not he might inadvertently add to it by questioning it, Harry had thought it best to allow Draco to steep in his own misery. He didn’t mind; Draco had remained perfectly civil in his silence.<br/>While Harry didn’t doubt that civility to extend through their lunch - Harry rested easy in the knowledge that Draco was unlikely to lash out on him - the quiet might feel violent in and of itself.<br/>Harry refused to allow it to fester and weaponize.<br/>“Pass your plate, will you?” he said after having served himself a slice of meat pie; the pieknife remained in his hand, the gesture not really up for discussion.<br/>It was only after asking that Harry’s attention returned onto Draco; while Draco looked like he’d rather fade into oblivion than have lunch, Harry’s tone and expression was perfectly easy.<br/>Harry himself had had a surprisingly productive morning, even despite the feverish warmth that had returned to his skin as the day progressed. It turned out that, as of late, Harry might have allowed himself to get distracted from his work.