Harry just smiled at that, finally seeming to accept Draco's answer and Harry lent back against the headboard in silence. "I will, then," he said after a moment, slightly raising his eyebrows. "I'm not saying it just 'cause I'm drugged."<br/>It really wasn't. Harry's thought were once again blurred with yet another pain relieving potion, but even then, he watched Draco move about with interest. Harry had never forgotten Draco; but then again, Harry hadn't put any effort into forgetting him. Seeing him now, five years later, seemed almost unreal, and even though Harry didn't dare have high expectations to a possible coffee date, he was beyond curious about where Draco had dissapeared off to. "Well," he continued after another long pause. "It's<span style="font-style: italic">partially</span>because I'm drugget and faced with my own mortality - I'd like to think that I would have asked you earlier today if I had gotten the chance"