Harry didn’t know when a smile had become a permanent fixture on Malfoy’s features, but it was a lovely sight. All the same shade of<span style="font-style: italic">light</span>, the curve of his lips brought a tone of pink to his face. It made the corners of Harry's mouth twitch, his own smile widening.<br/>The notion that Malfoy had missed him at breakfast caught Harry off guard, making his heart flip. Personal qualms and elevated heartrate aside, that sentiment was a testament to progress, having barely been able to sit across from one another that first morning.<br/>He stepped further into the room, coming to a stop ahead of Malfoy’s desk. His hands were lazily in the pockets of his trousers, primarily in an attempt to steady himself; within his right pocket, however, he was picking at his thumb. Eyes lowered to the tabletop Harry was trying to make sense of what Malfoy was working on.<br/>“I’ll be there tomorrow,” Harry promised absentmindedly; his eyes flickered up to Malfoy as he spoke, a smile to his lip. By now, it was merely stating the obvious, but the promise was genuine regardless.<br/>When Harry continued, he did so with a nod towards Malfoy’s work. Despite the hour, Harry felt like it was too freshly the morning for him to be ready to give into today’s work. “What’re you up to?”