__<br/>Dinner had gone without any further slip ups from Draco’s side. In fact, they were right back to small talking and just having a good time together, sharing war stories without getting each other down. It made Draco realise once again that Potter likely was the only person who truly got him, which was something that he had never really known before.<br/>There was also just something a lot simpler about talking over a shared meal, something that Draco also couldn’t remember the last time he had allowed himself to do. Something about Potter just made it a lot easier for Draco to calm down and just share from experiences he never got to share with anyone, because nobody would understand just what he had had to do.<br/>It was also easier for Draco to actually eat when it was an event rather than just something he had to do to stay alive. It wasn’t something he wanted to think too much about, but he was absolutely certain that he had gained weight in the time that Potter had been staying with him.<br/>“I honestly don’t think it was the smart, I was just following every single impulse that came to me,” he stated with a shrug, having returned to how he taught himself to think in French to keep the Dark Lord out of his mind.<br/>“You know, when you want to survive, you figure things out.”