Mentally, Harry was already halfway to Towthorpe but the sudden apprehension in Draco’s voice made him stall, drawing his attention back. Worried an ill-timed tease might have struck a nerve, Harry stepped back into the haphazard embrace, once again turning to face Draco.<br/>“I wasn’t,” he stated, simple in its sincerity.<br/>Draco’s work was becoming of a scale and span that Harry no longer dared speak on the behalf of his coworkers, but professionally, Harry had found Draco to exceed any expectations he might have had for him.<br/>With a delay, Harry smiled, lopsided and juvenile.