The sound of Potter’s voice soon alerted Draco that he indeed was in the kitchen, nothing particularly weird about hearing Potter talk, despite being alone in the room; Draco<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>allowed him to use the floo network after all, so he was likely just providing updates for work or something the like.<br/>It was only when Draco got closer to the kitchen that he realised that the tone seemed far too intimate to be work, and while he had no idea how Potter spoke to his colleagues, he figured that that probably wasn’t the way.<br/>Of course, Potter was allowed to use the floo for personal calls as well, yet when Draco entered the kitchen, Potter was sitting at the table, far removed from the fireplace with a dark rectangle in his hand. It wasn’t something that Draco had ever seen before, yet he still felt that he was interrupting something important, even if he didn’t exactly knew what.<br/>Instead, he cleared his throat, making sure that Potter had seen him, before turning to get a glass of water, thus allowing Potter to finish what he was doing.