Harry hummed an inquiry. Though Harry’s interest in Draco’s work was usually genuine, it was now a thinly veiled charade, a part of an elaborate game of chicken that Harry felt certain he was just moments away from losing.<br/>“Do you need some peace and quiet?” he asked, somewhat genuinely, despite the growing smile on his lips.<br/>While not blind to the fact that Draco’s eyes had dipped to his hand, Harry continued to brush the pad of his thumb across the ornate silver carvings of the handle. For now, it succeeded in keeping his restless hands from reaching for Draco.<br/>It hadn’t been Harry’s immediate impression that he had been much of a nuisance, but then again, today had added another degree of distractions available to them. It made Harry grin, for once feeling certain that the quirk in Draco’s choice of words didn’t stem from regrets. “I wouldn’t want to impede your work."