Though Harry had a hard time following Draco's reasoning, Draco's grin still managed to make Harry smile. In contrary to Draco, Harry had since the war gone out of his way to keep in touch with as many of his friends as possible, and just the thought of leaving the few persons he had left made his throat go dry. "I don't doubt it," he eventually said, a small smile in the corners of his mouth. He sendt Draco a quick glance with a more encouraging smile appearing on his lips, as he nodded towards an table that had just cleared up.<br/>As Harry sat down, his eyes once again found their way to Draco, and they rested on the other with interest as he sat down across from him. "I hear she's doing very well," he said, a bit uncertain what was appropriate to bring up, as he raised the cup of coffee to his lips to take a sip. Harry's thoughts were, however, still lingering on Draco's choice of quickly leaving the country after the war. Though Harry perfectly understood why, the harsh ending to - well,<span style="font-style: italic">whatever</span>it was - had hit him harder than he would like to admit, and he couldn't even begin to imagine the loss people closer to Draco must have felt, when he actively chose not to be a part of their lives anymore.