Harry just hummed in agreement as an answer, as he hung his uniform shirt over the backrest of his chair. His eyes flickered between Draco and his desk, as he leant slightly over it to scribble an apologetic note to Hermione, telling her that he couldn't make lunch but that he'll bring the papers by sometime this evening.<br/>"Sounds good," he said as he tapped the note with his wand, and as the note folded itself into a paper aeroplane and flew off, Harry gathered the papers he had been reading and put them into his messenger bag in case he wouldn't come back. Today of all days might not have been the best day to have an out-of-office lunch, but he wanted to spend time with Draco, subconsciously afraid that Draco would go MIA on him again.<br/>"Alright, um," Harry said as he straightened his back, scanning his desk for any other things he might need to bring home; his hand moved to his trouser pocket, but his keys where already there, and finally he turned to meet Draco's eyes with a smile. "I think that was all."