Draco only briefly glanced at Potter as he entered the kitchen, noticing that he had gotten a change of clothes from his house elf. It probably didn’t meant anything, but Draco felt more relaxed with Potter out of the uniform, feeling a lot less like there was an auror watching him, even if Potter probably still had the thought pattern of one.<br/>“Morning,” he replied, reaching for his tea and nodding softly at Potter’s question. It only made sense that they would eat their meals together, no matter how infrequent they were for Draco.<br/>He knew that the manor was even more imposing to people not used to living there, so Draco almost felt like he owed it to Potter to at least make his stay somewhat enjoyable.<br/>“Go right ahead.”