The question made Harry hold his breath, an effort to refocus his thoughts on a topic that had left his mind the moment he saw Draco.<br/>“Fine, I suppose,” he said on the exhale, further entering the room.<br/>His hands found the buttons of his coat, eager to shed the tightness and pull of the uniform; it was almost compulsory how Draco’s mere presence encouraged an increased sense of comfort.<br/>“It’s not great fun, but it feels pretty standard,” he said as he circled his desk. The breast of his coat opened, he leaned against the lip of the desk next to the seat, glancing thoughtlessly at the papers Draco had brought with him. It was more likely that gall which made the corners of Harry’s mouth quirk, attention returning to Draco.<br/>“Not being a danger to yourself or society, and all.”