"I - uh - I didn't go," Harry answered distractedly and brightly, the toothy smile he directed towards the empty hallway bled through to his voice. Despite the nauseating conversation they still had looming over their heads, Harry found that it was so refreshing to have another answer than<span style="font-style: italic">yeah</span>or<span style="font-style: italic">fine</span>, and he couldn't quite get himself to abandon the conversation entirely. There was an easiness about talking to Draco without directly looking at him that made Harry consider lingering out of sight in the hallway. "I've been to the dean's to get my scholarship extended another semester."<br/>Though it had yet to be confirmed to him, Harry knew that Draco couldn't possibly depend on a scholarship to stay in school, so Harry didn't expect Draco to fully understand the thrill of that meeting. Being validated both athletically and academically in one sitting had left Harry in a good mood, bursting at the seams with pride and relief.<br/>Some of that adrenaline still in his system, Harry finally mustered enough courage to peer into the kitchen. Harry couldn't properly articulate what he had expected to see, yet the easy domesticity of Draco making himself a cup of coffee was still enough to made his heart skip a beat. Thoughtlessly, his fingers moved to his cuff, undoing the button as he properly settled himself in the doorway. "Good day?"