Harry hummed, figuring that made sense.<br/>"I understand," he ended up agreeing, the corners of his mouth turning further upwards. He was softly running his thumb over the thin cotton thread hanging over the edge of his cup. He could tell Draco was looking him over, and though Harry couldn't get himself to mind, he still felt his cheeks heat up.<br/>His smile only wavered a bit as he continued, "Your mum seems like someone to judge someone by their ability to differentiate teas."