Through no fault but his own, Harry thought Malfoy had just asked him out. It immediately made his brows quirk with surprised interest, before it was replaced with a grin, catching himself in the misinterpretation. There was nothing about Malfoy's phrasing that inherently justified that Harry had gotten that impression, and Harry knew it had entirely been his own derailed train of thought to blame. It was completely nonsensical to read anything into it.<br/>"Uh, yeah," he responded, sheepishly humoured by the way his mind had filled in the blanks.<br/>He abandoned the quill, instead folding his arms across his chest.<br/>"Are we going out? Am I allowed to leave?" Harry asked in an attempt to correct the narrative, more of a joke than a question as the smile continued to toy at the corners of mouth. He needed to justify Malfoy's choice of words some way or another.<br/>These last few days, Harry had stopped spending time trying to estimate how long he had to stay at the Manor, and Harry wasn't blind to the fact that it was because he had started finding real company in Malfoy. It made the loss of his regular day to day start to feel less severe, but it wasn't a lie to say Harry had started to itch for a change in scenery.