"Yeah," Neville answered plainly with a nod of his head. In another context he would have elaborated, told Draco that he, too, hadn't gotten as much sleep as he would ideally have wanted. He had stayed up to greet Harry upon arrival, but Neville could tell that circling the conversation back onto Harry Potter would not be a welcomed topic. So, he refrained, wanting to extend that kindness to his friend.<br/>His eyes had dipped as he buttered a piece of toast, but the grin had appeared onto his lips far before speaking.<br/>"Don't worry about it," he said, referring to Draco's promotion. There was an almost boyish airiness to his voice as he attempted to contain a laugh. "The only thing you should lay sleepless about is the fact that you're gonna loose your ever first House Cup."<br/>When Neville's eyes once again found Draco's, his expression was one of almost coquettish sweetness. "To me, of course."