While it was going to be strange to suddenly be sharing his living space with someone else, especially when that someone else was Potter, Draco also found a small level of relief in it. Sure, he and Potter were not friends and they were never going to be, but they were at least civil so far and Draco thought that they could have an enjoyable living arrangement as well.<br/>“It’s no bother,” he said, even if that wasn’t entirely the truth. However, it also wasn’t enough of a bother that Draco would want to send Potter away. In fact, if he was going to be involved in solving this case, he preferred to keep Potter close by, in case he was going to need further information.<br/>Silence fell over the kitchen as the words sank in, making both of them realise that this was going to be their new normal for the near foreseeable future. Draco had no idea how long this was going to take, but he knew that he was going to need a lot of time and though Potter had just told him that he didn’t need any answers, he so desperately wished he had any. That, and a large glass of wine.<br/>“You know,” he stated, feeling certain that Potter would indeed not know, but it seemed like that best way to start that tangent of the conversation.<br/>“The Malfoys have been collecting wine for decades, the manor wine cellar is more than well stocked,” he started out, glancing briefly out of the window, almost as if he was avoiding Potter’s gaze, but mostly he was just trying to find peace in their interactions. “I’m sure Coote would be able to find a suitable bottle for us, if you’d want to.”