"Wonderful. Thank you." At least he didn't have to feel like Draco's dirty little secret this time - and in his room, of all places. That had just brought up all the wrong connotations, and Harry didn't know Draco's preferences in those sorts of matters, but the mystery made Harry feel all the more uncomfortable at the prospect of returning there. Who knew what sort of messed up signals Draco might have tried sending that Harry wouldn't have been able to identify as such?
He took a seat without further ado, very much aware that if he was going to be concentrating well enough on his thoughts and memories, standing would likely result in resurfacing... on his ass.
"How is Alyssa?" Harry asked, once he'd made himself more or less comfortable. He knew that, unless Draco had suddenly become terribly stupid or had acquired an illegal second wand of his own, he wasn't going to be attacked right away.