Harry smirked in amusement. "In the brain of a Gryffindor teenager it was definitely professional. At least, that's what I continually told them. They didn't believe a single word of it, as you can imagine."

He stayed quiet, letting Draco speak without interruption. Harry lifted a hand and cupped Draco's cheek, leaning into Draco's touch in return. "I was... upset at first but afterward, much... later, I understood. At least, I thought I understood. You've been forgiven long ago for things that happened during that time, Draco," he said, softly and looked at him. "I hope you know that."

"From what I understand, she's made herself indispensable with Dean and Seamus at their magical tattoo shop," he admitted with a chuckle. "I admit, we've been tempted to go get one of their tattoos." Harry was glad though that Draco and Pansy have made their lives into something they've wanted, what would make themselves proud to lead and not something their parents wanted. While he didn't have a parents expectation for himself, Harry knew on some level how it must feel with the wizarding world expecting things of him that he perhaps wouldn't want for himself necessarily.