Harry just hummed at that; he had run out of both oats and things to ask. Sitting within reach of the sink, Harry put his cutlery in it before getting off the counter. In these silent movements of motion, Harry decided that while he doubted he'd ever be as close with Draco as with Ron, it seemed that this could be an alright arrangement; not fantastic, but alright.<br/>"Alright, man, I'm heading off. I'll talk to you later," Harry said as he crossed the kitchen, and something by the way he spoke made it sound like a definitive. He sent a glance accompanied by a smile across his shoulders before picking up the messenger bag he had left in the entrance way and disappeared out through the front door.