"Thanks, man," Harry breathed, shifting his position so that he was sitting across the bed instead of lengthwise, turning his back towards Draco. Harry had lowered the mirror to his lap, yet continued looking at his reflection in the window across from him. "Honestly, I can't say if that 5 year old was Ron or I," he started. "I'd say Ron; I'd like to think I could do better myself." In contrary to Harry, Ron didn't grow much of a beard, and Harry just assumed that Ron had had trouble with the shaving spell Harry had suggested.<br/>"I'm sure it was my idea, though," he added after a moment of silence. His eyes had been lingering on the white blur that was his car in the mirror, and instead shifted his gaze to the reflection of Draco behind him. "Never liked my hair much, and I think we just figured that a buzz cut would be better than having a retreating hairline on just one of my temples," he grinned.