__________<br/><br/>As it turned out, time didn’t move slower at Malfoy Manor. Monday had come and gone with the same unnoticeable fluidity as it would have at the office; between the required bureaucracy and reports and resource allocations, Harry hadn’t made as much process on the Towthorpe case as he would have liked.<br/>When Malfoy had offered another bottle of wine, Harry had accepted gratefully.<br/>For the first time yet, they had settled in the drawing room. Harry was undoubtedly slouched more comfortably in the antique sofa than what the design intended, feeling the weight of not only the world but two glasses on wine. He nursed his third, eyes skimming the room, a new corner of the Malfoy he had yet had an opportunity to explore.<br/>"Have you lived here since Hogwarts?" Harry asked, breaking the silence that had fallen over them after dinner.<br/>He tipped his head to eye wards Malfoy who sat at an angle from him in an armchair. Harry had made that subtle change in his vocabulary over the course of the past few days, noting the time passed in reference to their education rather to the war. Though Harry was surprised by how much they had talked this past week, they hadn’t at all talked about the past decade, and Harry had grown curious.