When Harry had come to join him in the study, Draco had barely even looked up, the same had happened when Coote brought them their afternoon tea. Draco was completely focused on the task at hand and wasn’t very keen on any interruptions whatsoever, working like a mad man in the hopes of finding the answers that he so desperately craved.<br/>When Harry suddenly spoke, Draco had no idea what time it is, nor for how long he had been working, but he figured that he could take a brief break to hear what Harry had to say. His desk was messy, but all the objects were neatly accounted for, Draco not daring to lose any of them, nor to put them in a position to be damaged.<br/>“Yeah?” He asked more than said, curious as to what Harry could want from him at this time. “What’s up?”