Draco's interruption brought a soft but almost tired smile to Harry's lips. While Draco hadn't been unfair to shift the focus back onto Harry, Harry himself didn't know how to start, nor even if he<span style="font-style: italic">should</span>start at all. With a slow exhale, Harry took a drink, before once again shifting his position far enough that he could place his glass onto the coffee table. "Dante came back."<br/>Harry's voice had been matter-of-factly, and his gaze wasn't that much different as he once again met Draco's eyes. "I don't know how much I've told you about him," he said, not sure if he had told Draco anything at all, besides the fact that he had been gone. Harry looked at Draco, pausing for a moment before continuing. He once again rested his back against the armrest. "He came back over the summer. Teddy spent a week at his grandmother's, and in the mean time Dante and I broke up."