It was dangerously easy for Draco to just fall into the work with the spell, at times almost managing to forget that Harry was in the study with him and observing. Draco wasn’t really sure why he had asked Harry to stick around in the first place, but there was a soft comfort in having him around and Draco found that his work was more focused than it had been since he left.<br/>It was only when he was starting to get a nick on his back from having been bent over his desk that Draco took a look at the clock in the study. It also meant getting a glance at Harry, who was still seated in the green armchair, just as he had been with Draco started working. It made him smile.<br/>“It’s getting late,” Draco stated, not that it was very late quite yet, but he was aware that he had been working for several hours by now, and hunger was starting to gnaw at his stomach, having gotten accustomed to three meals a day while Harry had been staying at the manor and that wasn’t a habit that he had kicked just yet.<br/>“Want to join me for dinner?” He asked, gaze lingering on Harry and hoping that he would say yes.