Rationally, Draco knew that Harry had put his entire life on hold to stay at the manor on nothing but an inkling from Draco, something that had started to mean more and more. However, he also knew that no matter who you were, you could only be away from your own life for so long, so while it made Draco feel sick, deep into his stomach, Draco also knew that he was just going to have to let him go. He has absolutely no right to try and keep Harry around.<br/>“Don’t worry about it,” Draco stated, feeling an odd sense of finality about the conversation. He knew that he was going to keep working on this case, desperate to figure out what it was that was lodged in Harry’s chest, but he also understood that he might no longer bu officially attached to the case.<br/>That somehow hurt less than the idea of Harry leaving.<br/>His gaze had been lingering on the table in front of him, only now stealing a glance up at Harry. It was just as painful as he had thought it would be, with Harry looking exactly like himself and Dracos chest tightening at the sight. They had allowed themselves to indulge far too much while Harry had been staying here and now Draco was going to have to pay the price.