Harry saw the realization settle with Malfoy, a sudden, transparent flash of distress, before he turned to his notes, attention immediately miles away. It made Harry’s stomach turn, mind reeling at the fragmented pieces of information Malfoy had offered.<br/>"Speak your thinking," Harry snapped, thoughtlessly and practically stern, instinctively reverting to frustrated hours spent with newly appointed Auror Constables caught in their own head during exercises.<br/>For a moment, the most coherent frustration was the knowledge that Malfoy had passed his Healer’s bar with such a response to a test result, annoyed at the lack of clear communication.<br/>It took a moment for Harry to process the fact that Malfoy usually worked alone and with inanimate objects, deflating some of the immediate sense of irritation. It caused Harry to backtrack, sheepishly aware of the harshness of his words; it had been an order, something Harry had no authority to demand of Malfoy, much less so in Malfoy’s own home.<br/>When Harry continued, his voice had softened, the tension displaced to his shoulders instead. "Please."