Harry stalled at Malfoy’s sudden change of heart; the two rapid fire questions making him draw a blank, struggling to see why Malfoy even cared.<br/>"Why?" he said, his immediate instinct to be weary of that line of questioning. Though he didn’t yet see a point to it, he didn’t like what it implied.<br/>Abandoning his intent to seat himself back at the table, Harry approached Malfoy’s, lingering at the armchair he himself had moved in front of it yesterday, though he didn’t seat himself in it. His eyes searched Malfoy’s expression for clarification.<br/>"From when I was hired, I guess," he eventually offered, not actually needing any further egging on for him to answer the question; even he was capable of hearing the unnecessary fussiness of his initial response. In reality, he knew precisely when his signature had last been archived, his 10 years of employment being celebrated just a few months prior. "Autumn ’99."