Harry had politely been waiting for Draco to speak, figuring that Draco probably knew more about Muggle stuff than Harry gave him credit for. In the mean time, Harry had taken his jacket off, moving to drape it across the back of a chair.<br/>"That's -" Harry started, moving back towards Draco as he pushed his sweater sleeves up to his elbows. "- my Muggle medicine. It's in case I get stung by a bee."<br/>His eyes lingered on Draco's for a moment, and, unable to keep an self ironic grin off of his lips, Harry added: "I'm very allergic."