While Draco had been the one to suggest that they move to the drawing room, having grown tired of spending all of his time in the study or the small kitchen, it still felt oddly intimate to entertain Potter in there.<br/>It wasn’t made any less intimate by the wine in their glasses and their systems, making it much more casual than two coworkers who were relaxing after work. Through their work together, Draco really had started to think of Potter as his colleague more and more, finding it easier to interact with him as they got to spend more time together.<br/>Potter’s question had broken the silence that had fallen over the two of them, Draco looked up from where he was swirling the wine in his glass, pushing down an urge to scold Potter for how he was sitting on the sofa. It didn’t really matter after all.<br/>“I have lived here my entire life,” he stated, looking back at the wine in his glass before taking a sip from it, the warmth of the vintage wine serving to keep Draco more calm. The only two places that he had ever lived had been at the manor and at Hogwarts, something that he had never given particularly much thought and he had no idea why Potter would want to know.<br/>Then again, it might just be small talk.