A response that Harry never got to speak was briefly visible in the way his expression changed, grinning boyishly at a remark he never got to make. He would happily continue to provide that comfort to Draco, finding it all to still be new and exciting and like Harry had yet to make up for a decade of unacknowledged but spectacular work done by Draco in his solitude.<br/>The question, however, washed that all away.<br/>Harry seemed to blank for a moment, caught up in a reality that existed beyond the four walls of his office.<br/>“Uh,” he fumbled, glancing to the side, to the clock above his door. He was struck with a sense of relief seeing that it wasn’t much past five. “Not yet, you haven’t.”<br/>When Harry once again turned to look at Draco, his smile had returned, juvenile and interested and, most noticeably, not yet tired of Draco’s company. “But you can make dinner more exciting if you’d join me.”