Harry couldn't help but laugh. There was no malice in the sound, but Malfoy's stuttered reply was an explicit sign that Harry had overreached, and the ridicule of the situation had gotten to him.<br/>Malfoy was beautiful and terrific company, and here was no doubt in Harry's mind that he found him attractive, and yet there was nothing about the rejection that made Harry cringe with embarrasment; over the course of the last few weeks, Harry had learned that Malfoy was a terribly good sport.<br/>"I like the kitchen," Harry assured, as the laugh turned into a toothy smile.<br/>He uncrossed his arms to stand, stepping away fron the desk. His eyes had dipped as he pushed the chair in, but found Malfoy when he continued  "And I think Coote's food's excelent,<span style="font-style: italic">especially</span>compared to what Kreacher usually serves me. I'm not complaining at all."