There was an unmistakable look of startled confusion flashing across Harry’s expression; it took him a moment to mentally piece together how Malfoy had so quickly understood that, given how little information Harry had actually shared. When he did, it made Harry smile.<br/>"Yeah," he answered, a surprised laughter in his voice. He straightened his posture, abandoning the glass of wine on the side table. The smile remained on his features, finding this to be an unexpectedly interesting tangent.<br/>Harry sat up straight, elbows on his knees as he leaned forward. "I do."<br/>Shifting his seat allowed for Harry to properly look at Malfoy for the first time since entering the drawing room, eye him with renewed interest. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand the criss-crossed relations of the wizarding pureblood families, Harry just hadn’t considered the fact that Malfoy knew of the house’s existence, not considering how it had been used by the Order during the war.<br/>The effect of the wine feeling amplified by his upright position, Harry struggled to phrase the question that explored not why Malfoy knew it but in what context it had come up. He had to draw a blank.<br/>"I’m surprised you know about it. People don’t usually," Harry’s smile went crooked, boyish. "I’d say that’s its best attribute."