The corner of Harry’s mouth twitched upwards, a derailed thought visible on his expression. There was really no world where Draco would have become an Auror, and still the mere hypothetical seemed to pique Harry’s interest. The way Draco said<span style="font-style: italic">Potter</span>only seemed to encourage it, making it all too vivid.<br/>“You’re not missing out,” Harry dismissed as the grin finally settled on his lips, his gaze warm and loaded with the way reality differed from the advice he was giving. “Paul’s far nicer than any of Robard’s whiskeys.”<br/>Thankfully, Buchannan’s snort broke Harry out of his reverie.<br/>“Such a flirt,” he replied with fake exasperation, rolling his eyes at Harry though directing himself to Draco for validation; it was likely that little distinction that tipped Harry’s grin into a laugh, caught off guard by the ridicule of it all.