“But you won’t,” Harry finished the sentiment with a smile, leaning back into the armrest and drawing his hand with him and out of Malfoy’s.<br/>He still wondered if he could, though, speak a sense of shame into Malfoy’s persistence. He hadn’t been the first to question Harry’s unsettlingly low body temperature, and given time, Harry knew Malfoy would eventually stumble upon those exact speculations written down by his Healers. They weren’t exactly cheery, but they were, in fact, completely harmless.<br/>For now, Harry held his peace, taking a drink; the topic was still more humorous than it was bothersome.<br/>"Alright," he forfeited light heartedly.<br/>He rested the wineglass atop of his thigh, fingers still curled around the stem as he watched Malfoy. One day he would have to tell him to stop wasting Ministry resources on nothingness, but not yet. "Is your interest medicinal or scientific?"