Harry chuckled and nodded. After spending several years in school together and now living in close quarters, there had been no other choice but to really pay attention to the other man. It was likely what made them so successful in training. He and Hermione hardly even needed to talk to know what the other was thinking, it was surprising (in a good way) how Draco fit into that. There were times that he was sure the other man was in his head.
He felt himself grin and nodded. "The Potter men love 'em smart," he said before picking up his coffee again and taking a sip. Harry hated that the only real memory he had of his mother had been from that final night. Of course, he had spoken with her right before he'd gone to his death but... it wasn't the same. It was something he was working through with a mind healer that he saw (both on his own prerogative and per the ICW). Some days were easier than others.
"They definitely do," he said, shaking his head. It was just one of the things that irritated him about this society that he'd found himself in. But compared to many other inequalities of their world, it was a small one.
Harry watched Draco closely and allowed himself a small smile. "You are definitely more than a pretty face, Draco," he said, seriously. "And both of us know that. We'll talk about it more once she gets home and settled." At one time, he might've been a bit more... nervous or anxious about the conversation. He had found his confidence and made the decision that the press was either going to love him or hate him so why not speak his mind and be who he wanted to be. It was part of the reason why he didn't feel so upset by letting his friendship with Ron go.
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He felt himself grin and nodded. "The Potter men love 'em smart," he said before picking up his coffee again and taking a sip. Harry hated that the only real memory he had of his mother had been from that final night. Of course, he had spoken with her right before he'd gone to his death but... it wasn't the same. It was something he was working through with a mind healer that he saw (both on his own prerogative and per the ICW). Some days were easier than others.
"They definitely do," he said, shaking his head. It was just one of the things that irritated him about this society that he'd found himself in. But compared to many other inequalities of their world, it was a small one.
Harry watched Draco closely and allowed himself a small smile. "You are definitely more than a pretty face, Draco," he said, seriously. "And both of us know that. We'll talk about it more once she gets home and settled." At one time, he might've been a bit more... nervous or anxious about the conversation. He had found his confidence and made the decision that the press was either going to love him or hate him so why not speak his mind and be who he wanted to be. It was part of the reason why he didn't feel so upset by letting his friendship with Ron go.