It took a moment for Draco to realise exactly what it was that Potter was asking him.<br/>His mother had insisted that Draco learn French from a very young age, having always found it more civilised for her child to speak more than English. This meant that Draco almost spoke French as well as he spoke English, something that he had used to his advantage during the war, when he had started thinking in French rather than English, as to keep the Dark Lord out of his head. A simple bit effective remedy.<br/>“French,” he stated, trying not to think too much of how close Potter was suddenly standing to him, convincing himself that it was no more than mere friendship that suddenly made Potter so comfortable in standing close to him.<br/>“I’m fluent,” he added even if it was probably a given, seeing as his notes were tightly written with notes in flowing French. Despite their progress in their relationship, Draco still felt like he had to justify himself to Potter, almost as if Potter was still trying to pick him apart at any chance that he got.