"It's always been one of my best weapons," he says, smoothing a hand over his hair and giving Harry a smoldering look that is one part amusing and most certainly meant to be intoxicating at the same time. He knows he's good looking, and now he knows that Potter has always been aware of that. How can he not use it to his advantage now?

Checking on the scones, Draco moves to get a mug before turning to face Harry. He gives him the most innocent of smiles, eyes wide, looking as positively bright and youthful as he can manage. "What have I ever said that made you think I have never had dreams about you? I mean, we've known each other nearly a decade, haven't we? I've seen you in all manners of dress and undress, and wet even," he says, his gaze raking over Harry slowly, teasingly, taking his time before he reaches past him for the pot to pour himself a cup of coffee.

"Well then good. Maybe then I'll tell her about the dreams I've had about her. Even after she broke my nose," he says, cupping the mug in both hands. "Made me scared of her but then that's kind of sexy too," he admits.