"Wednesday," Harry parroted, the smile still ghosting on his lips. If it was up to him, it was a week too late, but Harry knew beggars couldn’t be choosers. He would readily wait what it took Malfoy to gather his equipment if that in turn provided any clarity.<br/>"Thanks, Malfoy," he said in lieu of a greeting, sending him a glance before reaching for the door, having enough courtesy to apparate from outside the home.<br/>When Harry moved to step through it, he instead walked into something, the motion of the movement tripping over his foot enough for it to knock his glasses askew as he tumbled into it.<br/>Harry could almost have thought he had walked into a window had his hand not still been on the doorknob, the door swung open to his right. More surprised than affronted, Harry’s eyes whipped back onto Malfoy, something off about his expression.<br/>"Funny," he said, voice having gone sour as he straightened his glasses. The impact with whatever charm Malfoy had cast over the doorway had knocked the air out of his lungs, but it was the unexpected malice of the action that made Harry’s stomach knot up.<br/>When his eyes returned to the transparent sheet blocking his entry, Harry let go of the door. When he reached out through it, his hand stopped flat against thin air as if there had been a pane of glass.<br/>He chuckled, but he wasn’t entirely convinced he was enjoying the joke. "And here I though you couldn’t wait to get rid off me."