What had started off as his day off had quickly become a half day, when Harry had been asked to cover for a coworkers 12 o'clock class. Harry didn't really mind and liked being kept occupied; with the house clean and Teddy at school, there really wasn't any reason to decline. This showed to be a good decision, seeing as he otherwise wouldn't had taken this mid-morning train.<br/>If he had to be humble about it, Harry would say that he was<span style="font-style: italic">fairly</span>certain that Draco Malfoy was standing a couple of yards diagonally from him. The person in question was looking down the wagon in the different direction, but even taking that in mind, Harry was sure it was him. Though the two of them had seen each other on a daily basis while being at school, Harry didn't recognise him from that time, but from the vast amount of his pictures that covered magazines stands on end.<br/>Harry couldn't help but look. He still had his half-read and hasty printed email with the lesson plan in front of him, but it had been a while since his attention had been focused on it. Unable to lower his gaze, Harry momentarily considered asking to take a photo with him, but seeing the artist so at peace made him reconsider; a picture wasn't worth interrupting his trail of thought for.