It had been several hours since Clarke had left the manor again, and yet Draco found that he wasn’t actually getting a lot of work done. Even if it had been on his own initiative, Draco had a hard time getting that brief hug out of his mind.<br/>He found that his gaze kept finding Harry, only to quickly averting it and returning to his work, which seemed absolutely impossible to understand at the time.<br/>At the same time, Draco felt like it had been several days he had been trying to grasp his work while trying not to look at Harry, yet he was still surprised when he finally saw that the clock had mercifully passed five. It meant that he could stop working, even if that left him with an even more overwhelming feeling.<br/>He got up from his chair, feeling an odd and restless energy settle over him that he tried to shake out as he picked up a book from his desk to put it back on the shelf.<br/>For the first time in several hours, Draco actually allowed his gaze to linger on Harry, finding that he was no less beautiful now than he had been several hours ago. It was maddening.<br/>“You done for today?” He attempted, breaking the tentative silence that had fallen over the study as they had worked.