Harry felt like an actor in a play. Sitting next to Draco, they existed in the same two dimensional space, Kreacher an unwelcome audience to it all, only serving to stifle the familiarity they otherwise had found in one another.<br/>“Uh,” Harry fumbled, unable to pay proper mind to either his options or Draco’s question, finding the scowl Kreacher was sending him from a yard away to be greatly distracting.<br/>It once again brought a huffed laugh out of him, finding the situation beyond ridiculous, unable to gather his mind on one single thing.<br/>“Sorry,” Harry chuckled, turning towards his house elf, resting his forearms on his knees as he leaned forward.<br/>“Kreacher.” When he spoke, Harry’s voice was matter-of-factly, a smile pulling at his lips, unable not to; he felt light laughing. “Would you please fuck off? You’re creeping me out.”<br/>For a moment, Kreacher looked like he might have hexed Harry, the furrows of his scowl growing deeper. His eyes glanced at Draco for help, but finding no shared distress in Draco’s expression, he swallowed the curse, disappearing out of sight.