Everything seemed so oddly formal, especially compared to how they used to be around each other, but Draco tried to get comfortable in it. He made a small flurry with his hand and made one of the pots pour tea into his own cup, even with his wand firmly pressed against his thigh it just seemed a lot easier to use wandless magic.<br/>“Which one would you like?” He asked, prepared to serve the tea for Harry as well. Their roles had been swapped and now Draco seemed to be in the role of host, mostly due to how the house and Kreacher reacted to him. It wasn’t how Draco had imagined that their afternoon would go, but looking back he had a hard time imagining how else it could have possibly gone down.