Harry didn’t fail to notice the courtesy in the phrasing of Malfoy’s question, making Harry’s smile tug wider if only for a moment. Every joke aside, the final task of the Tournament had been one of the worst things Harry had lived through, and he was grateful that Malfoy had had enough sense not to juxtapose it to the previous two.<br/>Relaxing back into the seat, Harry made a face, theatrically considering the question.<br/>"I didn’t enjoy the merfolk," he eventually admitted, his smile only returning because Malfoy was still sporting his. Harry once again rested his temple in his hand, watching Malfoy with new eyes.<br/>It wasn’t that Harry had ever thought Malfoy was disinterested in him, but he had come to realize he probably hadn’t before held his full attention like this. It made Harry’s skin feel warm, doing better of combatting the cold than any warming charm he could think of.<br/>"Is it true that the Slytherin common room had windows to the lake?" Harry asked, out of genuine interest. "Do<span style="font-style: italic">you </span>consider them to be friendly and good company?"