Unexpectedly, the simple word<span style="font-style: italic">tea</span>leaving Draco’s lips with a smile was enough to send needles down Harry’s spine, giddy at the attention. There was something so incredibly stupid about getting riled by something that was - essentially, but unintentionally -  a juvenile codeword, allowing Draco’s repetition to carry more weight that the simple notion of an afternoon cuppa.<br/>It sent Harry’s mind on a loop, suddenly finding it so clear why nobody else had been able to compare to Draco; so much so that Harry considered if it was even worth the trip home, just as alone here as they would be there.<br/>“We don’t need to wait around for Cal to finish, then,” Harry still offered, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, pleased that bureaucracy wasn’t about to start influencing their agendas now. “We’d have to apparate you there, you can’t Floo to that fireplace, either.”