The work day had been snailing on like usual, the lack of progress making both Draco and Potter restless and absolutely desperate for a breakthrough. Draco kept feeling that he was close to something, something that was<span style="font-style: italic">just</span>out of his reach and it was maddening.<br/>He was so absorbed in yet another tangent of a thought that he barely noticed that Potter had even spoken to him, much less what Potter had called him. Once it hit him though, Draco felt completely shell shocked, finding that his name from Potter’s lips was a sweet, though weird, sound. It even felt weird to be referred to by his first name like that, having been used to only ever being referred to by his surname, at least that was how it had been for many years.<br/>“Uh,” Draco started, brain completely buffering as he registered what Potter had actually said. It took him a moment too long to actually start looking for the file that Potter was asking him for, trying not to think about the shivers that had run down his back.<br/>“I think so,” he managed, finally finding his words as he tried to decide whether or not he should ask about it.<br/>It hadn’t seemed purposeful on Potter’s part, which almost made it worse to Draco, because it meant that he was just Draco to Potter and Draco wasn’t sure how to wrap his head around that.<br/>“You said eighteen thirty?” He asked, trying to appear calm but unable to fully pull himself together.