Even in the elevator with just the two of them, Draco still felt that he stuck out like a sore thumb, a deep seeded feeling of being somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be. While Harry’s presence would usually be soothing for him, it was just so clear that Harry<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>supposed to be there, which made Draco feel even more like an outsider.<br/>“That’d be nice,” Draco stated, almost sounding as if he hadn’t just been through some of the most stressful moments since the war. It was different knowing how much he had changed since the war, while suddenly coming face to face with the fact that people’s opinion hadn’t changed at all. In their world, he was still that 18 year old who had done so much harm, even if he hadn’t had much of a choice back then.<br/>It probably wasn’t that important. Draco knew that Harry trusted him and the ministry trusted Harry enough to take Draco seriously, but that did little to soothe his frayed nerves.<br/>“Don’t want to cause a scene,” he added, playing with the hem of his cape, the feeling of being misplaced so deeply within him that he had a hard time focusing.