Draco went to pour coffee into two cups, turning his back to Harry as he did. He appreciated that seconds later, when Harry started talking about his aunt. The only person he had ever known as his aunt was Bellatrix, but he knew that it couldn't possibly be her she he was referring to, seeing as she had been killed in the war. It took him a couple of moments to remember that his mother had a second sister, a woman that he had never met before, and one they didn't talk about, because she married a muggle-born. It was strange to think about how Harry knew his aunt better than he did, but he doubted that his mum would approve of him meeting him.<br/>"I doubt it," he said in a cold voice. He didn't want to seem uninterested, but he couldn't see why his estranged aunt would want to meet him. After all, he represented the part of the family that had disowned her, and no matter what, then he would always have strong ties to that part of the family. He turned around, his face in a neutral state, as he slid a cup of coffee across the counter to Harry. "I don't think we would have anything to talk about."