Harry’s eyes remained on Draco, even when Draco averted his. It could almost seem as false modesty the way Draco never seemed to let his ambitions come to a cusp, but rather attempted to swallow it back down and suppress it; Harry, however, realised it had probably been beaten into him throughout this past decade, much to the Ministry’s own charging.<br/>Bittersweet as it were, Harry couldn’t help but smile.<br/>“You should tell Paul that,” he instead encouraged with a grin, once again tapping his leg against Draco’s. This time, however, he withdrew it, uncrossing his arms with a subtle intention of getting up and onwards. “Might as well have him write it into the personalised job ad’ he’s undoubtedly cooking up just for you.”