Draco really didn’t know how to read the surprise in Potter’s eyes. He knew that they weren’t exactly the best of friends in the entire world, but based on what little interaction they had already had, Draco fully believed that they could make it work. They were both just going to work after all, so it wasn’t like they were going to be constantly small talking anyway.<br/>It was going to be fine and Draco was feeling hesitantly optimistic about the entire thing.<br/>“And I your’s,” Draco said, before he got up from the chair, wanting to get to work with the new hypothesis he and Potter had just come up with. After all, it was important that they actually got some work done while Potter was here, otherwise it was all going to be for naught.<br/>“I shall leave you to it,” he said, notting towards Potter’s breakfast, praying that he wouldn’t ask into Draco’s eating habits. He knew that they were bad, but he really wasn’t in the mood to defend himself for something like that.<br/>“I will see you later,” he added, before finally leaving the question, left with a feeling of being awkward, but hoping that he had done the right thing.