Harry had slept spectacularly. Whether it was the mental ease of knowing that he had paid for both dinner and his lodging, or the simple fact that Kreacher late last night had sent over a change of clothes. For the first time sine Monday evening, Harry had slept in his own pajamas instead of the same spell-washed t-shirt.<br/>It was well past 7 before Harry even made it out of his room, finally out of his formal uniform. The ease of the slacks and sweater after a shower seemed to prolong the lull of sleep, no leather or buttons pinching into his skin to perk him up. There were still a few hours before Harry expected any mail to arrive to him, having to bypass Grimmauld, and he looked forward to an uncharacteristically gentle start to a workday.<br/>Surprisingly, he didn’t feel like that was spoiled by the sight of Malfoy at the dinette with what looked like a journal exert.<br/>"Morning," Harry greeted, a smile to his voice. While Harry wouldn’t normally approve of the extremity of Malfoy’s workday, he felt quietly reassured by the apparent interest Malfoy took in the matter.<br/>He approached the table but paused before seating himself.<br/>"Mind if I join you?" he asked, not minding the alternative, perfectly able to see how the table barely contained the files Malfoy were reading through.