Harry had only barely made his way up the steps when the door swung open in front of him, an entirely different hostility in Malfoy’s voice when he addressed him. It made his lips part, genuinely surprised that Malfoy even kept any newspapers, let alone cared enough to read them.<br/>Unexpectedly, Harry found himself smiling, the corners of his mouth quirking upward for just an instance.<br/>"I haven’t run off, if that’s what you’re implying," he dismissed, voice easier than it had been last time he had talked to Malfoy. It no longer felt as urgent as it did Monday evening. He was tired; whatever he had tried to anticipate had already escaped his grasp, just barely. He hadn't allowed himself to linger too much on what that might entail.<br/>Harry’s gaze dipped to the stone stairs, taking the last few steps up onto the landing before once again meeting Malfoy’s eye. He paused at a careful distance, aware of everything that had gone wrong the last time Harry was here, attempting to correct it. He still felt the void of Malfoy’s arm in his fist.<br/>"They discharged me," Harry went on, just to say something. He didn’t know if it mattered that he had gone here, and not home, so he didn’t specify it. "According to the Prophet they’ll keep me ‘til Friday."<br/>Harry knew practically it was a safety precaution. If it had been an intentional attack, Robards had every right to keep Harry’s exacts whereabouts from the public until the case was resolved. Of course, that was under the presumption that Harry would either be home or at work; nobody was likely to go looking for him here, of all places.<br/>"I still have some questions I’d like to ask you," Harry reiterated from a few nights before, his tone slipping back into poised profesionalism, knowing Malfoy had at least read the mornings articles.