Malfoy's apt observation made the corner of Harry's mouth quirk.<br/>"Yeah," he agreed. Part of the intrigue of the conversation laid precisely in the realisation of how narrowly the house on Grimmauld had remained a secret. It retrospectively heightened the stakes, and Harry wasn't blind to the fact that that might have tipped the balance of the war.<br/>"Thanks for not telling," Harry said, eyes not on Malfoy as he spoke. He had turned to reach for his wine glass, attention only resettling on the other as Harry relaxed back into the sofa.<br/>He smiled at Malfoy over the rim of the glass before taking a drink.<br/>The fact that Malfoy had kept quiet about the house probably wasn't an intentional decision, and such nothing that really required gratitude. Harry, however, realized it might have been entirely by design that Narcissa Malfoy had kept her quiet. Her son was easier to reach.<br/>When the glass left Harry's lips, mind mind was already elsewhere.<br/>"It is," he confirmed, finally adressing Malfoy's follow up recollection. Both Harry's hands found the stem of his wineglass, slowly and carefully turning it clock wise.<br/>"It makes it a lovely place to live." It wasn't that Harry at this day and age had much of an issue with the press, but he still immensely enjoyed having an unlisted adress. "Ghouls and all."