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The next day, she Owls him in reply. At the end of her letter, she writes:

I’m not really sure about you involving yourself with Malfoy again, but I trust you as always, Harry, and I am worried about him. And I hope that it’s been helping you cope with everything somehow. I know you’ve been trying to hole yourself up in Grimmauld Place lately. We are going to talk about that when I come back.

How is Malfoy? Say hullo to him for me.

Four days later, Harry returns, and is surprised when he opens the door and Draco turns his head to look straight at him.

“You’re here,” he comments, eyes wide and startled.

Draco raises an eyebrow at him. “This is my room, Potter.”

“I guess. Err.” Harry pauses by the door. “Can I come in?”

“You’ve been barging in here for the past two weeks, or so my mother tells me. Don’t let something as trivial as the lack of my permission stop you now.”

Harry flushes, but enters the room, anyway. “Excuse me, then.”

He crosses the room, conscious of Draco’s piercing gaze on him the whole time. As he nears, he glances at the table. “Eggs?”

Draco follows his gaze, towards the table with two sets of breakfast: French toast, runny eggs, slices of fruit, and a cup of coffee. He sighs. “Well, sit down, Potter. There’s nothing much I can object to when even my house elf’s making you breakfast.”

Harry shrugs, and then takes the folded note on top of the napkin on his plate. It’s from Narcissa, with pretty much the same message as before. He sits down, swallowing the saliva that’s pooled in his mouth at the smell of the food. “Your mother asked me to come today.”

“You can refuse her, you know. You’re certainly under no obligation to babysit criminals.”

Harry frowns at that, but doesn’t rise up to the bait. “I know. I just want to. I’m the one who offered.”

Draco stares at him, and there is genuine curiosity in his next question. “Why?”

Harry shrugs. “Free food.” He starts to dig in into his breakfast. Draco continues to stare at him. He swallows down a mouthful of eggs and toast. “How are you feeling?”

Seeming to understand that he’s not going to get a straight answer, Draco looks away. “Dreadful. My back hurts.”

Harry tamps down the urge to smile. After so many visits of Draco just sitting there like a vegetable, it’s refreshing to hear his usual snark. “Hermione says hi, by the way.”

“Tell her she doesn’t have to pretend to be civil just because the war’s over.”