Harry had only gotten to see Draco in passing, having opted to go through Harry’s fireplace rather than the common access points in the Atrium. Despite not knowing how long Paul had expected to keep Draco occupied, Harry had almost immediately called the cafeteria for a kettle and today’s pastries; it all sat at his desk, kept warm by a Stasis while Harry had continued his paperwork.<br/>Harry must have gotten about two hours of work in before he was pulled out of his haze.<br/>It almost seemed simultaneous, in how quick succession there was a knock at the door, then the lament of hinges then a greeting. Harry barely had a time to look up before a figure was standing in front of him, though Harry had known it to be Draco the moment the door had been opened; quite few entered Harry’s office with such familiarity and determination.<br/>There was already a soft smile on Harry’s lips when he looked up, though it immediately widened to a grin, happy to see such a thrill on Draco’s expression.<br/>“Does it matter?” Harry asked rhetorically, his voice airy with a laugh.<br/>Taking the edge off the question and reinforcing Draco’s welcome, Harry leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms across his chest.<br/>“How’d it go?” he prompted, hardly able to contain a smile. Good, he assumed, that much was apparent, and yet Draco deserved every opportunity to give a full recollection of the meeting.