_______________<br/><br/>For the first time since they had started sleeping together, they had started going back to the study after dinner. Ever since Buchannan had dropped off the artefacts a few days prior, Draco had been like a child with a new toy, Harry and Coote alike finding it hard to even get him to stop to eat throughout the day.<br/>Harry had only snickered vague replies when asked about spending their evenings there, but if pressed, he couldn’t say he minded. There was a coziness about the study at night that reminded Harry of the Gryffindor common room, someone always deep in their studies by the table at any off hour of the day.<br/>Draco had offered him a book, and though Harry had read the first few chapters, it didn’t do as good a job of keeping him entertained as watching Draco did. As the hours went on, the letters always became harder to read, and at some point Harry had needed to prop up his head, knuckles digging into his cheek and elbow on the armrest of the plush green armchair he had taken residence in these last few evenings.<br/>Though the book remained open in his lap, Harry’s eyes had drifted, drowsily watching Draco work with unwavering focus.