"Oh, it wasn't a guess," Harry corrected, his voice airy with a laugh that never came. Straightening his posture, getting off of the counter, to accommodate the bartender and the pint he brought, Harry's eyes remained on Draco. A grin appeared on his lips. "I just know you sorta well."<br/>"Anything else I can get you guy?" the bartender asked, this time vaguely directed at both of them.<br/>Harry, who had mentally come to a conclusion, reached into his back pocket for his wallet. "No thank you, mate. Can I pay for the pint separately?"<br/>"Sure. Anything else for you?" This time, the addition was spoken to Draco.