The notion of Draco’s wand still being tracked by the Ministry immediately drew Harry’s gaze back up, shocked. His eyes went straight to the wand pinned in place in Draco’s hair rather than to his eyes, the discomfort finally showing on Harry’s face. In a matter of seconds, they were no longer sitting alone in the privacy of their home, Draco’s wand a direct line to the Ministry.<br/>Harry suddenly couldn’t blame Draco for preferring wandless magic.<br/>When his eyes returned to Draco’s, Harry’s expression clumsily closed off, nauseatingly aware of the fact that he wasn’t Draco’s caseworker and couldn’t within reason dismiss the decision made to keep Draco under such harsh supervision. He didn’t dare get Draco’s hopes up for things to change, nor did he want to cuss out Draco for a horror that wasn’t of his making. Harry, however, had a hard time justifying that order of proceedings.<br/>Though Harry had prepared a bite, he had lost his appetite, resting the cutlery back down with a square of eggs and tomato still on the fork.<br/>“Would you let me sit in on it?” he asked, voice steady so as to not raise an unnecessary alarm in neither Draco nor himself - after all, everything Harry knew was the fact that the DMLE hadn't found anything that objected to Draco's hire. “Your interview.”