While Draco knew that he probably shouldn’t be snooping, he couldn’t help but stay and over hear Potter’s conversation with his superior. The man on the line, Robards if Draco recalled correctly, wasn’t necessarily wrong in mistrusting Draco. He knew that he had done very little to earn anyone’s trust, so it was a surprise, and a relief, when Potter steadfastly told him that he trusted Draco.<br/>It probably shouldn’t matter as much as it did to Draco, but he honestly couldn’t think of another time since the war where anyone had taken a chance on him like that. It was overwhelming and almost made Draco tear up a bit, wanting to do everything that he could to make himself worthy of the amount of trust that Potter was showing him.<br/>Deciding that now was the best time to show himself, he carefully wrapped his wand out of his hair before giving it a flick, making the blue light in Potter’s chest vanish. Then he sheepishly entered the kitchen, figuring that there was no reason to hide himself any longer.<br/>“Everything alright?” He asked cautiously, unsure what he had just walked in on and not keen to disturb. Their interactions were already only just manageable and pleasant and Draco knew that they could very quickly take a turn for the worse. It was all about balance.