Although Harry had spent the evening painfully aware of Draco’s presence, he believed himself to have been engaging, pleasant company to the couple of Inspectors who had wanted to extend their evening with him. The same couldn’t be said in Draco’s absence, finding it to be all-consuming.<br/>It had been a couple of minutes since Draco had left the huddle of Cursebreakers, leaving the pub through the Floo, and Harry had immediately lost any and all interest in the conversation around him. Instead, the effort was focused on drinking his pint not<span style="font-style: italic">too</span>quickly, nor glancing at the clock perched on the mantle<span style="font-style: italic">too</span>often.<br/>In the end it was inevitable, the way Harry had gone after Draco as soon as five minutes had passed, a thrill of anticipation tight in his chest.<br/>They had talked about ending their workday at the Tadpole, but the conversation had omitted any concrete plans for their evening, and still it was the coordinates to the Manor Harry muddled to the fireplace.