The smile that spread across Harry's lips was a sign of pure, thrilled relief. It was quite frankly a minute detail, a hurdle most people overcame within moments of meeting one another; though it had taken them 20 years, Harry was excited to have gotten there.<br/>Not really feeling like it was right to linger much further on the subject, Harry resolved himself to nodding a confirmation. His attempt to suppress the smile only made him look boyish, as he glanced down to the table as if he needed visual confirmation of is precense to sidestep it.<br/>Flipping closed the file he had been reading through, Harry took it with him as he approached Draco's desk.<br/>Unlike other times, Harry didn't seat himself. Instead, he stopped by Draco's side, overlaying his file the files scattering the desk. Also a new nuace of their relationship, Harry didn't pause to hesitate it.<br/>He opened the file, flipping through to where a quill marked his place.<br/>"We registered a dip in the magical field moments before the object was contained," Harry started, the smile still reluctantly audible in his voice through the professionalism. This pointer finger rested beneath the annotation, barely a sentence between dozen of pages of material. 'We wrote it off as it simply being a pulse, but knowing what we know, something might have left  the object and latched onto me."