Harry couldn’t help but snort a laugh, but the way his expression almost immediately wavered spoke of the fact that even he realized that reaction to be inappropriate. It was Clarke’s visit tenfold, the general public only knowing an outdated version of what Draco had once been. While Harry couldn’t condone the way Draco had carried himself as a child, Draco had been little more than that - even during the war.<br/>“Let them cause it,” he eventually said, a smile pulling at his lips when he finally turned to look at Draco. Then, he shrugged, his smile only growing wider as his eyes once again found the closed elevator doors. “They’ll embarrass themselves soon enough.”<br/>With that, the elevator timely chimed, coming to a halt. Moments after, the doors opened.<br/>Intent on approaching this floor differently, Harry’s hand reached for Draco to urge him onwards, ghosting an inch above his elbow for nothing more than a blink of an eye, before once again letting it fall. “Come on.”