The corner of Harry's mouth quirked upwards. He was continuously impressed by Draco and the quality of his work and magic, that even the slightest acknowledgement that the feeling might be mutual made Harry's heart flip. While Draco likely hadn't mean the comment as a true compliment, Harry had still taken it as one.<br/>"They knew exactly where it was," he said. No matter how gladly and readily Harry accepted the praise, he needed to correct Draco's expectations to the work Harry himself had actually carried out. "They've known since sixth year, but its only a few years after the war when they stopped being classified as 'Sub-Human Creatures' and could report the finding themselves."<br/>At the time, it had been a landmark case; Hermione had pushed for the reform and immediately after it was proved not only necessary but valuable when Harry had personally been contacted by the centaurs of the Forbidden Forest with a report that had been previously blocked and ignored. It had been terribly embarrassing for the DMLE, and catapulted both Hermione and Harry's careers; hers as a lawmaker and Harry further solidified as a poster child for sickly sweet unison and collaboration.<br/>"I know it's significantly older than any of the others up there," Harry instead reengaged, not deaf to what Draco had actually wanted to knw when he questioned why the earring was there to begin with. "We only have the one, and it's not particularly cursed. We collected it in '03."<br/>Thoughtlessly, Harry picked at his hands, running his fingers over the raised scar tissue cutting across the back of his left hand. His eyes had once again drifted to the picture in Draco's hands. "But its also the only one I've had actual, continuous exposure to, even though it's been fifteen years. I don't know how long ago to go back."<br/>None of their tests had answered that question, and the way Harry's eyes darted to the last cluster of photographs proved that that exact thought had crossed his mind on several occasions.