"Doing well." Draco reflexively glanced towards the stairs, even though he knew she slept peacefully in the nursery. "Much better since my mother moved out. And she's found close friends in the Boot twins; we've been spending time with them."
He sat on the couch opposite Harry, relaxed and leaning slightly forward, elbows propped on his knees. "And you? Any better since we last worked on this?"