As they stepped into the elevators, Harry was suddenly reminded of how much he hated the floodway entries. For years, Harry had used the Network to arrive directly to his office, but Draco’s signature didn’t admit entry to Harry’s fireplace, and Harry hadn’t wanted to risk Draco catching on any alarms in the DMLE’s own apparation points. Now, though, he was considering if that hadn’t turned out to be the better option.<br/>It was undeniable that Draco’s presence had made an impression on employees and civilians alike, and Harry was already sick of it, exhausted on Draco’s behalf.<br/>Having already pushed the button to bring them to the Wizengamot, Harry’s eyes remained on the ornate little plates detailing each of the many offices on the different floors.<br/>“Let’s go through Transportation on our way back up,” he mused. All things considered, Harry’s voice remained steady, unbothered. “We need to get you permission to use my fireplace.”