Hannah offered Malfoy a tight little smile, well-meaning but ultimately finding his returned compliment unjust. With Malfoy present, they had made more progress in two days than they had managed to do in the previous six months. Their entire conversation reeked of the Gryffindor influences that had become synonymous with the DMLE code of conduct in the passing decade, and it felt like an itchy sweater, especially when it was only the two of them.<br/>For a moment, everything in Hannah screamed to retreat, not worth it when it came to speaking it out loud.<br/>“I wanted to ask you,” she eventually managed, her voice still a little tight, though she tried to ease the awkwardness of the interaction by briefly glancing at her desk, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “If you’d like to come out for a pint tomorrow after work.”<br/>Almost instinctively, she crossed her arms across her chest as she looked back at Malfoy, but through the defensiveness of her posture, her gaze was more timid than anything else. “Welcome you to the team, and all.”