The way Harry’s expression faltered proved that he had done the math and found that to be entirely too long, especially under the assumption that Malfoy hadn’t taken any breaks through out it. Though Harry didn’t feel any guilt for how the day had transcribed, he did wonder if Malfoy had felt pressured into working through the night.<br/>Having done up all his buttons, Harry let his hands fall from his clavicle.<br/>"I appreciate the effort," he said, the same polite smile settling onto his expression as he had on when thanking coworkers for their overtime. He found it to be easier not to note on the root cause of that effort. "This seems like a fitting point to call it."<br/>At some point, Harry would digest the fact that Malfoy thought the magic to be deadly, though Harry felt certain it wasn’t going to be tonight. The worst distress seemed to have dissipated from Malfoy’s brows, something Harry considered to be a great feat; it certainly made tomorrow easier to tackle.<br/>Needing to ease the unavoidable tension lingering in the air of the study, Harry grinned. "You’ wanna invite me for dinner, then?"