Seeing Harry out and about was no big surprise to him. He knew that the other counsellor liked to get up early and take a trip around the lake, and Draco didn't mind his company. Of all the counsellors in the camp, Harry was one of the few Draco honestly liked. The others weren't awful, sans a few, but Draco only tolerated them. It might have something to do with his resentment for even being at the camp in the first place. He was mostly there to forget about Blaise and that wasn't a very good base for making any kind of friendships. Pansy had been scolding him for it a lot, but she knew why he was acting the way he was about it and mostly let it slide.<br/>"Goodmorning," he said in a soft voice as he watched Harry paddle closer to the dock. It was a nice sight, if Draco was being completely honest with himself, and he found himself admiring how Harry's muscles moved in the wetsuit. He knew with himself that he wouldn't be ready for any kind of romantic relationship with anyone, but he could appreciate a good-looking guy when he saw one, which was what he was doing.