"I was perfectly cordial," Harry pointed out, thinking silently to himself that it would be a cold day in hell that Draco was ever pleasant. In many ways he preferred his mother, she was a bitch but she never pretended to be anything else.
"Besides, I was not the one to bring up attention, but then you always do around me." He eyed the other man. Really things were getting old. Older when he started to whine about information. "I'm fairly sure we all get the same amount of information. If you want to follow their research more closely I suggest you ask."
He raised an eyebrow at the question. "She's living in your house, I can swear I even saw her around here, you know you could ask her. I know she's a Muggle but it's not contagious, I promise."