Harry couldn’t help but grin, endlessly entertained. Draco was terrific company, and Harry had grown especially fond of the very particular way he participated on a joke. Everything, even the dumbest suggestion, was weighed and considered with the same sense of rational gravity as their professional work and it made Harry’s cheeks hurt from smiling each time.<br/>"It’s a narrower field, yeah," he agreed with a chuckle, the nature of their circumstance one that meant there really wasn’t any alternative.<br/>"Personally, I fight with my house elf all the time," Harry pointed out as if it were the most natural thing in the world; in reality, it was nothing more a poorly concealed attempt to spare himself from any involvement in the matter. He didn’t feel any particular need to pick a fight with Draco, having grown quite content with their relationship.<br/>His smile returned as if it by a force of nature. "I eat burnt toast every morning, sure, but at least my showers are hot."