Despite not having eaten breakfast for several years, Draco had still felt obligated to stay with Potter through breakfast, having little to no idea what Potter would consider a good host and what he would consider a bad host. Draco had even managed to eat an orange before retreating to his study, something that seemed to be a relief for the both of them and Draco was thankful that he wasn’t the only one of them to find their interactions painful and awkward.<br/>Throughout the day, Draco had tried to replicate the results he had found in Potter, but in an object instead; however he also knew that there was no way that he would be able to conjure magic that dark and that powerful without setting something off at the ministry, and he could really do without more visitors to the manor at the current moment.<br/>Once again, Draco had no concept for time as he worked, letting the hours fly by as he conferred with his notes, wanting to make sure that there wasn’t some link that he had missed somewhere.<br/>It was only when he heard a firm knock on the door to his study that he was pulled out of his line of thought, fairly bothered to be disturbed while he was working. However, when he conferred with his clock, he realised that he had been in his study for several hours and that it probably was becoming time for lunch, another meal of the day that he rarely gave much thought.<br/>“It’s open,” he stated, rubbing his temples as he looked at the notebooks and parchments sprawled out in front of him, some of them held down with antique looking objects.