There was absolutely nothing that could have prepared Draco for how Potter was going to react to his explanation. He knew that it sounded insane and that he had absolutely no way of knowing if it would even work, but somehow it had served as a perfect remedy to that particular problem to him. However, having Potter call him spectacular for it sent a chill down his spine, unsure what exactly to read into that.<br/>It didn’t matter that he followed it up with calling Draco mad, because he was looking at him with such a look of genuine admiration that Draco felt like he was about to combust. It didn’t feel like a huge thing to him, conducting all of his thoughts in French, but hearing Potter talk about it made it seem way bigger than himself. It made his head spin and he had a hard time returning back into his own body.<br/>“Oh,” he stated, feeling like he had to say something, but he had absolutely no idea how one were to answer to something like that. It was far beyond any praise that Draco had ever received before.<br/>“Merci?” He tried, glancing down at his notes, because he was scared that his face would heat up if he were to look at Potter.