Though it was through his own suggestion that Draco sat down, Harry couldn’t help but be surprised when the vague shape of a wooden chair shifted through the room, just barely within Harry’s field of vision. It was Draco who held his attention, though, not failing to notice how the wand hadn’t left his hair.<br/>It was, however, with some sense of disappointment that Harry realized it hadn’t been done for him to see, and solely because it was second nature to Draco.<br/>That, however, was breathtaking in and of itself.<br/>Harry was quick to lower his gaze to the files.<br/>“I know I’m generally prone to headaches,” Harry eventually stated, though barely through the first summary.<br/>It felt like an isolated statement, and nothing that needed to be grounded in the material Draco offered him. Whether that be because of his poor eyesight or due to a strenuous job, Harry knew headaches were a frequent affair.<br/>“Make of that what you will,” he added, eyes darting up to Draco as the other sat down, suddenly at eye level. He found that it was familiar in a way that felt like a lifetime ago, their distance and off-set balance better emulating the work Harry usually conducted at the Ministry. “But it’s maybe not a bad idea to take that with a grain of salt.”<br/>His attention returned onto the files, yet to read the Healer’s narration of Harry’s symptoms, but headaches had been one of the things Draco himself had emphasized.<br/>“I don’t doubt I had headaches,” he had to elaborate, not suggesting the contrary. Just then he found it, marking its place with his free pointer finger. “But things far more trivial than dark magic also give me headaches.”