There were a lot of things unsaid between them, but somehow Draco seemed to understand anyways. Harry was still angry at him, and for good reason, so this should not be seen as a peace offering. This was simply polite conversation in the company of people who thought them to be strangers. They would go right back to ignoring each other once it was over. It was disappointing, but Draco understood. While he doubted that Harry knew about Blaise, then it was still stupid what he had done, and he didn't deserve to be forgiven for it.<br/>"It is. I quite enjoy Paris," he said in a soft voice. He wanted to apologise to Harry, and to explain what had been going on, but this wasn't the time nor place. It could probably never be.<br/>"Horace," Liz exclaimed, putting her hand on Slughorn's shoulder. "I have someone who is dying to meet you, and I am certain that you'd love to meet her too." Slughorn looked interested, always excited about meeting new people, and simply nodded eagerly.<br/>"Well, then show me the way my dear, if the two gentlemen will have us excused," he said, and sent a quick glance at Draco and Harry, before disappearing into the crowd with Liz.<br/>The silence that fell over them once they were alone was almost unbearable, but Draco didn't feel like he had anything to say. There were so many things he wanted to explain to Harry, but he didn't even know where to begin. There was simply too much.