Harry didn’t think he had ever experienced Draco this excited, and it was hard not to get wrapped up in it. Sitting across from him at the table, done up in proper office wear, Draco seemed at ease, finally present with a sense of self-assured belonging.<br/>Not wanting to interrupt, barely even to offer Draco a cup, Harry silently pushed the tray a few inches forward, an unspoken invitation for Draco to help himself.<br/>“Paul’s a great friend to have,” Harry agreed with a bright smile. Though he knew Paul wasn’t above cussing his team out, he doubted that had been necessary; Paul was a man of great esteem, and it was a weight lifted off of Harry’s shoulders that Paul had taken it upon himself to rehabilitate Draco’s reputation.<br/>Harry hadn’t failed to notice the new addition of a golden shimmer at Draco’s lapel, finding that it stood out against Draco’s otherwise silvery appearance. It suited him.<br/>“I see he’s hand-picked you for his staff, too,” Harry teased with a grin, nodding towards the<span style="font-style: italic">C</span>on Draco’s pin. “Here I was thinking St. Mungo’s’d be the ones to watch.”