Harry stalled at the threshold, a habit ingrained in him over the past few weeks. Last time he had been here he had come to bring Draco to bed, and even then it had felt terribly forbidden to enter the study. This time, though Harry hesitated, he followed Draco in, having to figure that, if using the Floo was allowed, so was this.<br/>“That’s fine,” Harry assured, having not really asked because he cared.<br/>Having followed Draco into the room, Harry’s hand fell on the backrest of the green armchair he so often had sat in, lingering in consideration.<br/>“Do what you need to do,” he encouraged, finally deciding to take a seat in the armchair, solidifying his reassurement. He had time, perfectly able to entertain himself by watching Draco work - time had already proven that.