"I don't know," Harry breathed without much hesitation; more than anything he seemed surprised, as he picked up the pot of milk from the stove to instead place it on a chopping block on the counter. "Why do you always have to question my gratitude?"<br/>Harry's eyes flickered towards Draco, and the vague smile on his lips reaffirmed that his words weren't spoken out of irritation, but rather to avoid phrasing an actual explanation. He just felt thankful for Draco's presence an how he had dealt with the curve ball.<br/>The glance was brief, and, within split seconds, Harry's eyes were yet again on the coffee in front of him. He poured coffee into both mugs - one to the brim, the other leaving room for the soy milk, which promptly followed suit.<br/>Silently, Harry picked up his cup, pushing the milk coffee in Draco's direction.