It's funny now, but it hadn't been back in school when so many of their classmates had acted as if that is exactly how Harry lived his life at Hogwarts. Even then, if one looked, it was obvious that wasn't what Harry was doing, but it was also easy to twist it onto him. Both to benefit Voldemort's plans and Dumbledore's as well. Draco hadn't wanted to kill him, but he hadn't liked him then and he doesn't like him now.

His eyes narrow then, his hand taking Harry's before he can stop himself. Staring into Potter's eyes, he lifts his hand and lightly kisses it. "Not funny," he says, another time when he had played along for his family, for the Death Eaters, and he should have been there for Harry. Even if he knows logically, he couldn't.

"You should get back to bed and get a nap before she gets home," he says. "If you want I can crash in the room in case it happens again."