There was a brief flash of confusion across Harry’s expression, finding it difficult to understand the point of the conversation Malfoy had started if there were nothing else to it. It felt both heavy and pointless and Harry didn’t know how to digest the fact that Malfoy seemingly didn’t have any intention of carrying on speaking without being prompted to do so.<br/>Harry had to swallow the knowledge that, despite Malfoy’s degree, this wasn’t St. Mungo’s. It was a dinette in a kitchen; maybe Harry was unfair to uphold it to prime medical standards.<br/>"Is it –" he started, feeling more and more like they were playing charades. "- dangerous?"<br/>Harry didn’t seem much affected by it, the briefness of Malfoy’s explanations making it hard to understand it as having any real-life consequences. In isolation, it sounded like maybe it would be resolved by updating his signature in the Ministry archives. For now, it was suspended in the weird limbo Malfoy Manor had become over the course of the last few days.