"Good morning, kids," a woman greeted just as Harry closed the door behind them. Turning at the sound of her voice, Harry found her standing in the only interior doorway of the scarcely decorated showroom.<br/>"Ma'am," Harry replied without thinking twice about it, the word spilling out of him with pure muscle memory. The surprised expression that flashed across Harry's features proved that the greeting didn't sit right with him.<br/>Undoubtedly Draco's friend, Pansy, the woman's smile widened, seemingly equally humoured as Harry was flustered by how formally he had returned her greeting.<br/>"Of course, you're a military man," she stated, a laugh seeping into her voice as she crossed the room towards them. The easiness of her voice was mirrored in the way she presented herself, wearing an informal silky suit and sunglasses at the crown of her head, pushing her hair away from her face. Everything about her was easy as if she had just rolled out of bed to do Draco a favour; even though Harry highly doubted it to be the case. She was a strikingly beautiful woman.<br/>"Does that mean he calls you<span style="font-style: italic">sir</span>, love?" Pansy went on, a private joke in her voice as she greeted Draco with great affection, her hand resting on his shoulder as she brushed a kiss to Draco's cheek.<br/>Her eyes, however, remained on Harry with interest, as he stepped aside to allow the pair their space.<br/>"Potter, I take it?" she asked as her hand left Draco, and Harry couldn't help but smile, unclear to him who she was asking. Her voice wasn't unfriendly, a smile appearing onto her lips with a delay that made him believe it was a courtesy she was offering him; her smile was mirroring his.<br/>"Yes," Harry replied, no doubt in his mind that if Draco had told Pansy something, he had told her all of it. Regardless, he offered a redundant but well meaning, "Harry."