The silence that had fallen over the study as they drank their tea had been incredibly soothing to Draco, finding that it was easier to focus on working on the signature when they didn’t talk. Somehow, the ideal of talking to Potter while he worked on this would make it too intimate, would make him too aware that he was sitting with a piece of Potter and dissecting it.<br/>When the silence was broken once more, after what couldn’t have been more than about two hours, Draco jumped in his seat. He turned to looked at what Potter was indicating at, taking just a moment too long to see the familiar shape of an owl, very clearly carrying a parcel.<br/>A thrill and a sense of dread ran through Draco at the same time, both eager to get his hands on something to compare the signature he had just taken to, but also fearing that he was wrong and that this had all been for nothing. It was overwhelming to try and keep his feelings in check, but he tried to remain cool and calm in front of Potter, unwilling to show just how much was riding on this for him.<br/>“That was fast,” he commented, figuring that that was something that they both easily could agree to.