The animosity was perfectly expected; the mention of Neville, however, completely sidelined Harry’s prepared train of thought, causing him to buffer. For a moment, he seemed confused by the curse before another flash of annoyed realisation ran across Harry’s features.<br/>"Had to strong-arm it out of Slughorn," he corrected blankly, as he undeterred carried on up the steps to the front door. Harry had no issue admitting who had sold Malfoy out, though he didn’t intend on admitting to the fact that Horace had been wined and dined for the information.<br/>"Most of your papers are hypothetical," Harry pointed, some annoyance seeping into his voice. He was well aware of the fact that Malfoy knew precisely what he had written.<br/>Over the course of the last month, Harry had read everything Malfoy had produced in what was almost a decade of research. Everything was fresh on his mind, and nothing contained any concrete answers to the concerns Malfoy himself had raised in them.<br/>He had stopped at the last step before the landing. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, Malfoy was once again towering above him, blonde hair unexpectedly long.<br/>"I need you to be more specific than that."