Running his hand across the counter, Harry absent-mindedly brushed the dusting of crumbs into the sink, too used to upkeeping the house virtually without any help from Kreacher.<br/>“You could keep me company,” Harry suggested, more a joke than a genuine suggestion, the weight of the offer deflating when Harry glanced over at Draco with a grin. “Professionally.”<br/>Harry cleaned his hands with a tea towel, turning to rest the small of his back against the edge of the counter. Before he got a chance to get too comfortable, the freshly pressed shirt appeared with a<span style="font-style: italic">pop</span>, hung on a hanger over the back of a chair. Harry straightened his posture again, no longer any reason to loiter.<br/>“Uh, no, but seriously,” Harry started, trying to redirect his way of thinking, aware that he had to face another day at work within the next half an hour.<br/>He shrugged off his robe, eyebrows raised as his attention returned onto Draco.<br/>“If you have the morning off, maybe you’d like to have a look upstairs through the library -” he stepped closer, replacing the dress shirt with the robe. “There might be books there worth looking through.”