Harry couldn’t help but smile at the notion that Draco had interpreted Robards as being approving of his skill-set, feeling a sense of relief and almost petty pride wash over him. Selling Draco as a worthwhile investment to the Head Auror had been no easy task, and Harry felt quite pleased that he had made a good call when insisting on the matter.<br/>“Yeah, exactly,” Harry grinned, a laugh spilling over, audible in the airiness of his voice. There was a wonderful ridicule about that information having escaped Draco’s attention, finding that the unintentional nonchalance suited him, especially when it, for once, wasn't at Harry expense.<br/>“That’d probably be Gawain Robards, the Head Auror -”<br/>Something in Harry’s expression changed, a visible stutter before it was once again replaced with an almost boyish grin, thrilled. “<span style="font-style: italic">Our</span>boss.”