Draco’s comment made Harry huff a little chuckle, honestly seeming to consider it. Ducking his gaze to his plate, he abandoned the last third of his toast.<br/>“Yeah, I think they want to see that for themselves,” Harry said, the joke deflating in a lopsided grin when he glanced up at Draco.<br/>Ever since Harry had shown up at Draco’s doorstep that first time, Harry had spent the majority of his days absent from the office, frankly finding it difficult to get back into that habit. His body felt heavy with exhaustion, no longer feeling the pull of the Ministry, if nothing else then to keep his days and thoughts occupied, once a perfect excuse to keep out of Grimmauld as much as possible. Now, even that had changed.<br/>Shifting back in his seat, Harry stretched his legs beneath the table, one socked foot finding the crossbar of Draco’s chair. He crossed his arms with an easy smile on his lips, in no rush to leave.<br/>“God forbid I’m unfit to work.”