The question made Harry smile widen, having never really considered it. He hadn’t given the choice of decor much thought, caught between appreciation for old wizarding craftsmanship and having no reason to show it any reverence. The house and its furnishings had belonged to people whom Harry had never known, and whose memory he didn’t feel particularly compelled to respect.<br/>In fact, now thinking about it, Harry could almost be tempted to say he only really enjoyed it when he actively disrespected it.<br/>“Burning,” he replied with a grin and feigned interest, an utter and complete bluff.<br/>From the room next over, the crack and clatter of Kreacher’s rough apparations and placement of porcelain was heard; though it didn’t make Harry’s eyes leave Draco, his head did tip towards the sound.<br/>“Though I genuinely don’t think I’ve ever seen our good china,” he admitted, his smile becoming easier and more boyish.