Everything in Draco screamed for him to just slam the door before Potter could enter his home, not wanting his old childhood nemesis to be able to see what had become of him. It was only due to Dracos’ ravenous curiosity that he was letting Potter inside, uncertain if he knew enough on a theoretical level to be able to help in the real world.<br/>He closed the door behind Potter, leaving them in the light foyer of the Manor, not seeing much point in inviting him anywhere to sit, as he figured that this would be fast. After all, Potter would just have to explain exactly how he thought that Draco could help him, before Draco would even consider extending said help to him.<br/>“So,” he started, taking a moment to take Potter in, unsure how he felt about the entire thing. It seemed surreal to have Potter within the walls, especially when Draco knew that he had been the one to ask him in. There were no niceties to be exchanged, because they both knew that they would be purely for show and there was no one around to put on a show for.<br/>“Tell me what happened and why you don’t think that someone just tampered with your fireplace.”