Hannah’s anger had slowly subsided when it became apparent that Draco harboured no real defences. It left her lips parted, so much more frustrations she felt like airing into thin air, much of those far bigger than Draco himself; as he sat in front of him, he seemed young and small and miserable.<br/>“Don’t jeopardise it, then,” she pleaded, her voice as kind as it allowed her.<br/>Silence had fallen at that, neither of them seeming to have anything more to add, and although the pressure between them had eased, it wasn’t entirely gone, loaded with what they both suddenly knew.<br/>Hannah almost jumped when the door to the workspace opened without much pretence a few hours later.<br/>“Hey, Draco,” Paul called through the open doorway, hand still on the doorknob. “Do you have a moment?”