"I am, yea," Harry said, fidgeting slightly with his hands, only to find his fingers stiff from writing with a quill. Inattentively cracking his knuckles, Harry's eyes lingered on Draco. It was strangely comforting seeing Draco in this way, in an environment Harry knew so well; Draco didn't look as out of place as Harry might had expected (or hoped).<br/>"Thank you," he continued softly, nodding slightly as he spoke. Harry thought about the first time they had dinner, and how Harry had admitted that it was nice to have someone around to do part of the homely stuff. Seeing Draco like this only confirmed it, and Harry had to bite his lip. "Dinner was delicious."