The question made the corners of Harry’s mouth twitch, a grin he didn’t dare commit to. As though they weren’t alone in this kitchen, and always had been, Harry glanced to the side before approaching Draco by the table.<br/>“Wanted to know if you’re available for work tomorrow, Cursebreaker,” he mused, the tone of his voice toeing the line between familiar indulgence and professionalism. It felt necessary to at least pretend, knowing this home call otherwise didn’t otherwise constitute a productive way to spend his work day. In a juvenile attempt to reaffirm the tone, Harry’s smile went crooked when he added the appropriate honorific.<br/>Tipping that balance, Harry’s hand reached for Draco without reservation, acting as an anchor at his jaw when Harry leaned in to kiss his cheek.<br/>“I need to pick your brain.”