“Yeah, sorry,” he said with a warm smile, unsure exactly how late it actually was, paying little to not attention to the time when he was working, even if the work he did was at the ministry.<br/>It seemed unbelievable to him now though, when he could have been home with Harry instead of spending hours pouring over dark artefacts, trying to figure out if one of them was the one that was killing Harry.<br/>The thought made him reach out for Harry, his hand finding the nape of his neck and running up into his hair, finally getting to see the touch that he hadn’t been able to bestow him earlier through. It wasn’t a touch filled with excitement, the way it had been the first many times, but one of comfort and intimacy.<br/>It made Draco’s stomach flip in a way he refused to analyse further.<br/>“I got caught up in work and neither Hannah or Buchannan seem very keen to stop me.”