Honestly, Draco was never going to be good at mornings, and he didn't appreciate Harry's accusatory tone before coffee. He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair, before turning to look at his roommate, obviously still exhausted.<br/>"Possibly," he stated with a shrug, not really sure if that was the case. Sure, he had dragged home some jock type, but if whether or not he was one of Harry's teammates he had no bloody clue. He didn't care all that much about lacrosse, and rarely attended the games. To be perfectly honest, then he wouldn't be able to point out any of the members of the lacrosse team, other than Harry, if he was asked.<br/>"To be perfectly honest, then we didn't talk or lot, and what we did talk about wasn't lacrosse," he said with another shrug, and poured himself a cup of coffee; turning his back to Harry again. "Why? Did you run into him in the bathroom? If so, I am sorry."