Harry made a face, though the smile spreading across his lips served as proof that he couldn't entirely disgaree. In those particular circumstances, Harry had done the bare minimum to get by academically and he could argue he wasn't alone to blame. But, to be fair, not even he could picture himself veing a model student, even withdrawing childhood trauma and the war.<br/>"I think I always were," Harry grinned. "Arguably since I was born."<br/>He hadn't failed to notice how Malfoy still adhered to arbitrary titles. It was unlikely Harry would ever comment on it, realizing that he had been casually airing his grieveances about Voldemort for the past two decades; it was entirely possibke Malfoy hadn't spoke about him at all since the war.<br/>"How was it living with him?" Harry instead asked, crossing his arms across his chest to stop himself from fidgetting through Malfoy's reply.<br/>There was an easy smile to his lip. He had asked because he wanted to hear a sob story or unpick Malfoy's healed trauma; Harry had lived with Voldemort in his head for years, but he struggled to conjure him as a literal housemate.<br/>"If you don't mind me asking."