It was only when Potter inquired to the location of his desk that Draco realised that, of course Potter wouldn’t know where his desk was, because Draco had only set it up that morning. He had just been awake for so many hours that he had completely forgotten that he hadn’t showed it to Potter yet.<br/>Luckily for him, the oversight didn’t seem to bother Potter too much, the other man seeming mostly chuffed by the mention of a mystery desk. Draco would probably be able to just play it off as a sleek way of saying that he had put up a desk for him then.<br/>“It’s in my study,” he stated, as he debating as to whether or not to refill his cup with tea again. He could always bring the tea with him back to the study, but he had also had a lot and ultimately decided against it. Instead, he flipped his cup over, leaving it bottom up, from where it disappeared only moments later.<br/>“I figured that that made more sense, rather than to put you in some room at the opposite end of the manor,” he added, almost as if he had to justify the decision of putting Potter in his study with him, as if he didn’t own the manor and could do what the hell he wanted with it.<br/>“I shall be needing you for studies occasionally anyway.”