For a brief moment Draco felt convinced that Potter was judging him. It was only when Draco met Potter’s eye, the playful glint that was apparent did<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>cause Draco’s heart to do a small somersault in his chest, that he knew that Potter was simply teasing him.<br/>Friendship was a new thing in their relationship and Draco was having a hard time properly navigating it, but he tried to believe in the best of Potter. After all, they had both moved a lot in relation to one another more willing to meet the other in the middle and see where the other person was coming from.<br/>It was new and a little frightening.<br/>“I guess so,” he stated, feeling unsure how to properly answer the question. However, he figured that it was best to just be honest with Potter, share openly from himself in the hopes that their relation was genuine and not just a twisted case of Stockholm syndrome.<br/>“I think in French,” he added unhelpfully, knowing that that likely was going to confuse Potter even more.<br/>“I’m a good occlumens but no better than the Dark Lord is a legilimens. However, the Dark Lord doesn’t speak French,” he explained, feeling certain that Potter was going to find him barking mad, but it had worked for him while he shared a home with the Dark Lord.