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“I get it.” Daphne breathed. “Golden boy Potter is too nice to get his hands dirty.”

Harry gulped, not sure if that was incorrect. “But you did. Which means you’re not so nice anymore.”

“Goodbye, Mr. nice Potter.” Harry muttered, then dug in his jacket.

He took out that picture he stole from Daphne. “Have any news about Draco?”

“No.”

Harry nodded.

“The link doesn’t work.”

Draco smiled at Harry, he grazed the plastic with his thumb. Took a deep breath. At least Draco didn’t have to do it.

He basked in the warmth of his jacket, stroking the picture like it was a lamp and a genie was going to get summoned, as he sat on the stone cold floor.

Maybe Draco would’ve been summoned. Merlin knows what kind of skills his new magic could’ve unlocked.

“Because you broke up?”

“It’s the magical border.” Daphne laughed. “And we got back together.”

“When?”

“Two hours later.” Harry smiled, hiding his teeth.

Draco smiled too, once again, in an infinite loop.

Serious, smile, dimple.

Serious, smile, dimple.

Harry turned his head when footsteps echoed in the room. It was Draco. “Look who got out.” Harry said, Draco walked up to him and sat down on a chair. 

“Fresh out the slammer.” he said. He was dressed unusually causal—informal, like he wasn’t planning on getting out of the house. “What are you doing?” Draco leaned against the table.

“I’m doing some research.” Harry said, he got up from the chair to look through the books. 

“Wow…” Draco’s eyes leaned on the case files. “How did you get it?” 

“Ron.” Harry said. “I have to help him paint the nursery for this. And get him the Nimbus Crib.”

“Nimbus makes cribs?” Draco raised an eyebrow, Harry shrugged. “You got the archives, too?” 

“I know the Ministry better than anyone.” Harry wiped dust off of a book—Magical Inheritance: A Treatise on Hereditary Magic.

“How did you get it?” 

“Edwin Sallowere.” Draco’s lips parted. “I waited for him to get out and snuck in.” 

“I can’t leave you alone for a second.” Harry circled around the table and walked closer to Draco. 

“I did a good job, though, didn’t I?”

Draco bowed his head, hesitating. His lips were pressed together, he looked away. “Thank you.” Harry scanned Draco’s face. He couldn’t help but be concerned for him. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

Harry shook his head. “I want to.” Draco turned his head and looked back at Harry. They’re eyes met, a shiver went down Harry’s spine. “How are you doing, really?” 

Draco went back to avoiding his eyes, his chest grew bigger as he inhaled. He bit his lower lip, but before leaving, he glanced at Harry. 

“I’ll leave you to it.” he said, then the door closed behind him. 

Harry sighed. 

He sat back on the chair, throwing the book on the table.