As if shifting forward would diminish their distance in any way that mattered, Harry leaned forward on his forearms, having to suppress the urge to get up and join Draco by his table. Instead, Harry was quick to pick up his only-just-discarded quill, turning it in his hands as he tried to process what Draco had asked of him.<br/>“So what was your question, sorry?” Harry asked, not out of ill will but because even the sound of Draco’s voice felt distracting, having gone a day without hearing him speak a coherent sentence.<br/>It felt like maybe Draco had been circling that specific issue for longer than he had been glancing over at Harry, and Harry didn’t want to discourage the conversation.<br/>“If I remember it differently than what was documented?”