Harry didn’t need to be a genius to recognise the careful way that Draco was prodding him about this conversation about the future, a subject they hadn’t touched since Harry had admitted he didn’t think he had one, "No idea," Harry answered flatly; Draco’s eyebrows took on a pinched, concerned appearance, "but not for the reason you think," Harry added to try and sooth him, "I just genuinely don’t know - maybe quidditch would be fun for a bit? It’s just...," he trailed off, trying to think of the best words to express how he felt. He glanced up when he felt Draco twining their fingers together, a patient look on his face, "I just...," Harry tried again, "I just don’t want to make my entire existence be about a career," he admitted, "I get that I need a job, but I don’t want it to be my life - I don’t want to spend every second chasing down that next promotion or something," he shrugged, feeling painfully seen, "I just want to live my life,"