Harry was amused, watching the emotions spread across Draco's features. Perhaps that was what he liked about the other boy. Draco's openness. He was always so open with his feelings and his emotions. While Harry could be open, it was usually because he was angry about something, or because he was really angry. Rarely was it because he was happy, though that was starting to come back.
"Hmm?" Harry remarked, stepping into the flat and looking around briefly. "Well, she means well. I can't imagine your mother wanting something to do with electricity, let alone anything else Muggle. I'm guessing you haven't told her about us, yet." Harry lifted a brow curiously, giving Draco a skeptical glance. He wasn't being pushy, just stating a fact that he thought was true. In fact, he'd bet a dozen knuts that Draco hadn't told any one of his friends about them yet, just as Harry hadn't really told any of his friends, yet. It was still too new, too fresh. Besides, explaining how they'd met like this would be a challenge in and of itself.