Upon arriving in the atrium, Harry had made great efforts into getting them away from there as soon as possible, crossing the hall in long strides. Here, Harry eased up, an intentional decision not to scurry Draco through the Wizengamot halls. After all, Draco was there for work, not to be persecuted.<br/>Matching Draco’s pace, Harry kept closer this time, no longer half a step ahead of Draco.<br/>“I think it should be quick enough,” he said, fractionally turning his shoulders towards Draco, glancing at him in between steps. It was a fractionated reflection, judging that it wouldn’t be worth trying to make it to the Transportation offices before they’d empty out for lunch.<br/>“Are there any other errands you need to run now that we’re here?”<br/>There was a greater sense of ease about Harry by now, the tension in his shoulders slowly waning. The next time he stole a glance up at Draco, he did so smiling, a stolen little moment. "Put in a complaint against that twat Clarke?"