Even if Draco knew better than to comment on it, he<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>notice that Bartholomew’s tone with Harry was in stark contrast to the tone he had with Draco. He wasn’t approving, but he also didn’t want to make comments, because he knew that his father approved and that Bartholomew would just argue that it was because his Greek wasn’t any better than that.<br/>“Thank you, Bartholomew,” Draco said in a polite, yet curt tone. They both knew that they did not like one another, so Draco had never seen the point in pretending to be buddies with the royal advisor. They had to endure one another and that was all they ever did.<br/>“Are you ready?” Draco asked as he turned to look at Harry, his tone decidedly softer compared to how he had been talking to the royal advisor. He was very keen on learning what Harry thought of their country and what it looked like. “Please do share your insights with me as we ride, I am interested in hearing what you think.”