Harry couldn’t help but smile and traces of a suppressed laugh reached his eyes. Draco’s phrasing gave Harry credit he didn’t feel he deserved; generally, he felt like the war could and would have been won without him. People had inspired him more than he figured he had inspired others. Nevertheless, he didn’t argue. He figured Harry’s thanks sounded as misplaced to Draco as vice versa, so Harry just laid his free hand on top of Draco’s, briefly looking down at them as he gave it another reassuring squeeze. “I feel like I mostly whined and shagged you, though,” he finally commented, this time with a true grin as he raised his eyes to meet Draco’s. “But you’re very welcome.”