First into the house behind Draco, Harry had thoughtlessly lingered half a step inside the doorway of the living room, both an attempt to keep traffic out of an active scene and to give Draco room to breathe and to work.<br/>Harry barely heard Draco, barely registered the blue light shining from the floorboards, finding the room suddenly overcast in blue. His stomach turned with annoyance rather than fright, realizing Draco had used the same spell on the room as he did to track the placement of the magic lodged in his chest.<br/>Devout of logic, Harry lifted a hand to cover it, turning away from the doorway.<br/>“Sir,” Connor allerted quicker than Harry had shifted, her voice tight in her throat. By the quickness of Buchannan’s response, Harry realized she must have grabbed him.<br/>“Malfoy,” Buchannan called with more insistence, stepping into the room despite Harry’s almost juvenile attempt of further angling his chest away and out of sight.<br/>“Paul, it’s fine -” he dismissed, annoyance seeping into his voice, taken aback with the feeling of frustration that Draco’s spell had alerted of that, too, and the thoughtlessness of Draco using it.