Harry could not remember ever having heard Draco dismiss work with such a sense of disinterest, making something within Harry jump, a little startled.<br/>“What do you mean ‘why’?” he protested, eyes squinted as he turned away from Draco, palming at the nightstand in search of his glasses. The room was still too unfamiliar for him to seamlessly orient himself, far more with the haze of a poor night sleep further blurring his vision.<br/>He felt fractionally more human once he was able to put on his glasses, but as he turned to look at Draco, the sight of him at ease with a book in his lap was disarming, bringing a stutter to Harry’s otherwise hurried motions.<br/>Harry’s lips remained parted for a moment before he managed to find the words - any words - that would encourage Draco to get on with their day.<br/>“We’ve unearthed a murder, is why.”