The longer Draco was in Harry’s company, the more Buchannan’s words fled to the back of his mind, simply finding himself unable to deny himself this pleasure.<br/>“It was good,” he said with a soft smile, having absolutely no intention of divulging the latter part of his conversation with Buchannan to Harry, seeing no point in ruining what time they had together with such worries. It wasn’t like they were anything serious after all and Draco feared that Harry would pull the plug if he knew that others were onto them.<br/>“I have to go back tomorrow,” he explained, allowing himself to lean into Harry’s embrace, having already missed his touch, even if it felt stupid to admit, even if it was just to himself.<br/>“Forensics have handed over some objects that Buchannan wants me to look at and we might get to return to Towthorpe tomorrow as well,” he explained, placing his hand on Harry’s waist as he did, just seeking the physical touch from him. “That doesn’t mean you’re not still off sick though.”