"Thirteen," Harry corrected, turning his head towards Draco when it became apparent that the other didn't have the folder immediately within his reach.<br/>Harry's hand had left his temple, instead cupping his jaw as he watched Draco aimlessly look through the material on his desk. It brought a smile to his lips, not the first time humoured by the controlled chaos that was both Draco and his workspace.<br/>Harry struggled to interpret the type and degree of interest Draco expressed, and it was becoming increasingly unlikely that that would ever be clarified. Harry wasn't terribly dissapointed with the uncertainty, though he had attempted to stop his attention and eye from drifting from his work to Draco over the course of the workday. Now that he had allowed himself to do so, however, it felt hard to justify why he had ever stopped, finding such great enjoyment in watching the other man work.<br/>"You alright?" he asked with a grin after Draco had spent another moment fruitlessly searching for the file. It felt entirely plausible that Draco just didn't have it ahead of him, and yet the other seemed flustered by the fact that it didn't immediately jumpt out at him.