Harry found it hard to maintain eye contact as Draco spoke, eyes drifting across his features. He had already seen Draco in moonlight, ethereal in his fairness, but the flames of the candles brought flecks of gold to his eyes and hair, and Harry’s heart ached at how beautiful Draco looked just then.<br/>He had to make a conscious decision to once again meet Draco’s gaze, forcing his attention back on the conversation.<br/>“That’s what they put on your record, yeah?” Harry asked, his voice soft, aware that he was speaking of something that was only available to Harry because he had read classified documentation about Draco. Draco’s wand had been tracked to a Muggle village, and Harry had seen Clarke argue for that to be considered as evidence to prolong Draco’s parole indefinitely.<br/>Intrusive as the question might have been, Harry meant no harm as he went on. “What did you do?”