While Draco didn’t much like to agree with Potter on much of anything, he also found that he was tired, having worked himself through rather obscure texts and was a little lightheaded. Maybe dinner wasn’t an entire bad idea, even if the idea of sharing said dinner with Potter made his stomach churn with nerves.<br/>It had been Draco’s own choice entirely to live alone and as isolated as he did, having preferred to be alone with his thoughts and his guilt. However, once in a while he was forced to interact with other people, and while it was rarely anyone but his mum and Pansy, it always caught him off guard and made him realise just how much socialisation was a muscle that you needed to keep practicing with.<br/>God how Draco was out of shape.<br/>“Right,” he said, unsure what would actually be the proper protocol, but he figured that Coote would be able to figure something out for the two of them. It felt embarrassing just how lost Draco felt when Potter tried to be polite, and yet Draco knew that there was absolutely no way he would be able to cover up just how out of practice he was with social niceties.<br/>“Of course, I’ll have Coote make us something.”