Harry knew more about this sort of thing than Draco probably would ever like admitting. He may have been a Gryffindor, but Harry had more Slytherin qualities to him that had allowed him to survive for as long as he had. Sure, he had the Gryffindor bravery, but he could be sneaky like a Slytherin, and manipulative when it suited his purpose. During school, he'd never quite come to understand the Slytherins much because they'd been...well, a bit difficult to deal with. But now, a year after the war had ended, it was a bit easier to accept what was happening around them and what they were dealing with directly.
Besides, Draco wasn't nearly so bad now. Harry smirked, having known he'd been there long before Draco and remarked: "Oh yes, I just enjoy waiting around forever for Draco Malfoy to come grace me with his presence." He was teasing lightly, also testing the waters in his own ways. How well would Draco respond to teasing like this, when before, Draco would never easily accept it. "To be honest," Harry started, "I think my firebolt is still around somewhere, but I haven't had the time to really do much with it lately. I could do with a new broom. Merlin knows I have the money after....everything." Harry wrinkled his nose a bit.
He'd kept receiving gifts and praise from those supporters who didn't know him very well, which was something Harry didn't really want at all.