The abrupt change of subject left Harry slightly open-mouthed, entirely blindsided by the conversation Malfoy had drawn up. For the second time within minutes, Malfoy had managed to derail Harry completely, interrupting him not in a sentence but a train of thought.<br/>"Sorry?" he had to ask, not because he hadn’t heard but because he didn’t understand why Malfoy wanted to know.<br/>It took that question for Harry to realize Malfoy had been taking his temperature, something that felt even more invasive than taking his pulse. Harry’s inherent chill hadn’t been brought up in the passing several days, and the fact that it was still a consideration on Malfoy’s mind made Harry lean back in his seat, uneasy.<br/>"No," Harry dragged out as a reluctant answer. In his opinion, his temperature fluctuated the same as anybody else, but he didn’t know how to say something that felt so intuitive. Even more so, he didn’t think that was a useful answer to Malfoy’s question; it hadn’t<span style="font-style: italic">worsened</span>.