There was something in the way that Harry kept making subtle, almost polite, jabs at his father that made Draco feel like they understood one another. They had to spend plenty of time together, so it was important to Draco that they didn’t hate one another.<br/>As he entered the room, he felt pretty on edge again, unsure what he had actually gotten himself into. If he had been even a fraction smarter, he would have just gotten a room of his won, potentially at a different hotel, and then found another way to keep up their charade.<br/>“Wouldn’t put it past him,” he stated with a shake of his head, knowing that his father was terribly much just like that. This was all for him, yet it still seemed that he had very little interest in keeping it up properly. “And I did too. Had a good time that is.”