"Come in," Draco muttered, not looking up from the paperwork he was doing. He almost never locked the door to his office while he was in it, but he preferred to keep his blinders shut. He didn't know who thought that it had been a good idea to build offices with glass walls, but he would like to meet that person, so that he could personally slap them in the face. Other than the huge design flaw that was glass walls, then Draco really liked his office. He spent an awful lot of time in it, so he had tried to make it as nice as humanly possibly, while still keeping it professional. The only really personal thing he had in his office was a picture of himself and his mother, whereas the rest of the office more or less looked like something from a magazine.<br/>It was a couple of days since they had let Harry Potter out, and Draco had busied himself with work, so that he wouldn't start doing stupid stuff; like thinking about how Harry never did invite him out. It wasn't even like Draco had time to date anyone, or even wanted to. He had to focus on his job, and on getting better at his job. If he didn't years of hard work would have been wasted, and he refused to let himself do that. Maybe it was a little sad that the only person he regularly communicated with, who wasn't a co-worker, was his mum, but that was a decision he had made, when he had decided to become a healer.