"Over my dead body," Draco jabbed, but he was wearing a soft smirk, which lit up his face considerably. He was still exhausted, but now it just all seemed so ridiculous to him, and he had to joke about it somehow. If he joked about the situation, then it just didn't seem as bad as it actually was. It's all over now, and while there was an awful lot of rebuilding to do, but they would get there; he believed that there are enough good people still around to do this properly. "You inspired me to do good, so really, I am the one who should be thanking you," he said with a soft smile. He was still holding Harry's hand, the feeling of the hand in his was grounding him. "So thank you," he muttered, gently running his thumb over Harry's knuckles.