Malfoy had behaved with such poise around Harry that when the professionalism finally gave way to a smile, it came like lighting on a clear sky. The smile, however small and brief it might have been, had felt like such a radical break of Malfoy's otherwise blank expression that it was enough to immediately draw in Harry's eye. For a moment, Harry looked genuinely surprised that Malfoy had even allowed him as much as a glimpse of a smile.<br/>Though Harry remained silent over the course of Malfoy's  goodbyes, a smile eventually grew to replace the look of surprise. He had taken no offence to the implications of Malfoy's smile - after all, even Harry himself had a hard time disagreeing with Myrtle on that. He just seemed genuinely humoured, and in the pit of his stomach, some of his feeling of regret seemed to dissolve. Whether or not Harry would ever manage to bring another smile onto Malfoy's face was hard to say - but for now, it was<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>.<br/>A different, more pressing<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>, however, was the way Malfoy had reached for Neville's waist to catch his attention. The distance between Harry and his two colleagues was such that he saw the tenderness of the gesture without intending to look for it. Harry's mouth went dry, feeling like he was intruding on something he didn't even know what was. He made a point not to let his eyes dip nor smile falter when Malfoy offered him his goodbyes; Harry offering a polite, albeit distant nod.