Harry tipped his head towards the sound, the expression on his face immediately bright and attentive; despite the grandness of the Manor, Harry knew it could only be Malfoy who entered, his expectations to the conversation already set.<br/>He straightened his posture in his chair, Malfoy immediately more interesting than having to argue why wasn’t coming to something so trivial as pub night.<br/>"Listen, Dan, I’ve got to go," Harry said quickly and absentmindedly, completely ungrounded in the conversation he was having and unbothered by the fact that he had cut him off mid-sentence.<br/>Harry had already removed his phone from his ear before he spoke a delayed, "Bye" into the room, hanging up without any remorse. Nothing about his demeanour was sheepish, the quick pace of his goodbye not an attempt to hide anything from Malfoy.<br/>Harry’s attention was entirely on Malfoy, and had been ever since he walked in. Currently, the other was making an unnecessary attempt to allow Harry his privacy. For a moment, it made Harry stall, figuring he could at least pretend to appreciate it.<br/>"Did you finish?" he eventually asked, when it felt like a sufficient amount of time had passed; in real time, it couldn’t have been nothing more than a heartbeat, but to Harry it had felt like an eternity.