Harry had been leaning a bit forward, his elbows resting against the table as his fingers wrapped around the warm cup, but it was hard not to notice how Draco avoided his gaze. Obviously embarrassed by his stare, Harry straightened his back better, and letting go of the cup as he lent back in the chair. He bit his bottom lip in a slight hesitation, and his eyes flickered pointlessly over Draco's shoulders before speaking. "You've always been closest to Pansy, haven't you?" Harry asked, his brow slightly frowned, and it was obvious that it was a honest question. Draco had a group of friends at Hogwarts just as Harry did, but it always seemed that the friendship between Draco and Pansy was the most genuine of them all. "Are you still in touch with others?"