Working with Potter had not been what he expected. In the few other instances that Draco had had to work with a colleague, they had been polite and painfully professional. Their entire focus on the work at hand and nothing else. Perhaps it was because of how long they had all been in the Department of Mysteries? All too used to keeping their mouths shut to contemplate a friendly conversation with their colleagues. But Potter wasn’t like that. In a word, he was chatty. Though much of their conversation revolved around the matter at hand, they still had plenty of time for other things, and Draco quickly realised that Potter had a significantly closer relationship with his mother than he had previously thought. He’d rolled his eyes so hard it had hurt when Potter had asked, a smirk on his face, if it was true that Draco had demanded his father get him Harry Potter for his sixth birthday.