There was something magnetic about having Potter smile at him, especially when it was unrestrained as it clearly was now. It made Draco feel that he was finally doing something right, something that was real and proper.<br/>It also helped when he received genuine praise for Potter, even if he wasn’t sure what to do with said praise.<br/>It had been so long since he had gotten the idea to think in French that he hardly felt like he could take credit anymore. Even after the war, he had decided to stick to it, scared that Death Eaters would still be lurking around, wanting to prove and prod into his research.<br/>To his own knowledge, it had never come that for, but having thought in French for a decade meant that it was a hard habit to let go of, liking to know that he had some level of privacy in his own head.<br/>“No one was as skilled of an legilimens as the Dark Lord,” he stated, not really answering Potters question, which hadn’t even felt like a question in the first place, in the process.<br/>He<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>in fact remember himself lying to the Death Eaters, having felt certain that his Occlumency would be strong enough to keep them out, and if not, then him thinking in French would. It had felt safe enough to lie, though he still could not explain exactly what had compelled him to do so.<br/>“And I am a good liar.”