Finding that it only took Draco looking up at him for a thrill to run down Harry’s spine, it felt impossible not to be drawn to him, both emotionally and physically.<br/>“Yeah?” he invited, crossing the room. While Harry had settled in the armchair when they were utilising the room more regularly, tonight he circled the desk, keen to bridge the distance between them.<br/>Settling with his thighs resting against the edge of the table, as close to Draco as possible, Harry cast a distracted little glance towards Draco’s work as he crossed his arms over his chest, not really looking at the notes.<br/>A smile continued to play at the corner of his mouth, widening when his attention returned onto Draco, entirely. “Are you going to keep looking for it, or could you be convinced to call it a night?”