Harry's grin softened into a smile, feeling pleasantly reassured by the fact that Draco had laughed. Whether or not Draco had found it funny was hard to read, but it eased some of the tension knowing it at least hadn't been poorly received.<br/>"Oh, I'm starting out poorly then," he said and though his voice was still airy and humoured, it no longer was a joke.<br/>Harry's eyes had drifted from Draco down the hall at the sound of steps; The sight of the approaching Narcissa Malfoy made Harry instinctively straighten his posture once more.<br/>Despite her proximity and the more professionally pleasant smile that replaced his joking smile, Harry did turn towards Mrs. Malfoy and by that, ever slightly closer to Draco.<br/>Harry barely tipped his head towards Draco in a quick, easy glance. Out of the corner of his mouth he finished his confession, a shadow of a grin om his lips. "I don't own a nice suit, but please don't tell your parents that."