Draco hummed as he started searching in a more determined manner, now that he actually knew what he was looking for. He had been determined to just let it go that Potter had called him by his first name, reckoning that it was a slip of the tongue and that it wasn’t going to happen again.<br/>However, when Potter when asked him if he was alright, he didn’t feel like he could say yes without lying. It wasn’t necessarily that he<span style="font-style: italic">wasn’t</span>okay, he was simply a little shaken and trying to figure out exactly why that was.<br/>“Yeah,” he said, as he finally got a hold of the file that he had been looking for, raising it over his head to show Potter that he had got it, but quickly lowering it again.<br/>“It’s just...” he trailed off, unsure exactly how to put it into words. It wasn’t that he had minded the name, it was just new and completely unexpected but it seemed absolutely impossible for Draco to be able to put that into words in a proper way.<br/>“You just called me Draco,” he ended on, carefully fiddling with the corned of the file, looking down at that rather than looking at Potter. He didn’t think that he would be able to actually bear looking at him.