“It’ll work out,” Harry agreed with a smile.<br/>Instinctively chasing the proximity, Harry’s other hand found Draco’s knee, both hands slipping off the high point. Palms flat against the top of Draco’s thighs, Harry leaned forward to read the title of the book Draco had on his lap. Unsurprisingly, he didn’t know it.<br/>“Have you been reading since I left?” Harry asked, not even sure what the alternative could have been. Though Draco had dressed, there seemed no other sign that Draco had done anything beyond planting himself in the armchair for the day.