Even after years of minimal social interactions, Harry was perfectly able to pick up on Malfoy's little, but intentional cues: he didn't seem interested in talking to him, and Harry only wanted to push it so far. While Harry himself had spent both time and energy on letting go of grudges, Harry could not force Malfoy to. For all he knew, Malfoy could still blame Harry for how things had transcribed the last year of the war. With an unexpected pang to his heart, Harry found that he couldn't blame him.<br/>Harry glanced towards Neville at the mention. For a moment, the two Gryffindors looked at each other at a loss. Neville, who evidently had become friendly with Malfoy, didn't seem to know how to approach the conversation either.<br/>"Well, yeah," Harry eventually exhaled, eyes darting back to Malfoy. Malfoy wasn't<span style="font-style: italic">wrong</span>, but Harry found that it was besides the point. Regardless, the corner of Harry's mouth yet again upturned in a grin. "And three years ago, I congratulated him for it. So congratulations to you, too, professor."