Harry knew he'd be having a hard time trying to justify the workday he had had. Betwren the long lunch and the rushed, early exit Harry knew he couldn't have gotten more than a few productive hours in. However, the moment he steppef into St. Pancras Station, Harry couldn't get himself to care.<br/>Being able to see Draco in person made his heart rate quicken and skin tingle, and Harry founf hinself helplessly chasibg those feelings, however brief their time together might be.<br/>Glancing across the moving crowd toward the coffee shopit didn't take long for Draco to catch his eyes; despute the distance, a bright smile appeared onto Harry's lips.<br/>His face wash flushed with both cold and anticipation, and as he exused himself in a diagonal through the steady stream of passengers moving to and from the platforms, he did so with the same hast as he had exited work.<br/>The closer they got to one another, the wider Harry's smile grew.<br/>"Hi," he breathed through the smile once they were at a rrasonable distance. His hand darted to his scarf, moving to join Draco by the table; the empty coffee cup by Draco's sidr mafr him reconsider. "How long do you have?"