It always made Draco uncomfortable when people looked that closely at him. It was funny. Before the war, he welcomed all eyes on him, but ever since those dark days? It made him nervous. Instinct still told him to shut off his mind and close off his expression. However, considering he was worlds away from those days and his kind uncle was the one watching him, Draco reminded himself to buck the hell up. "He doesn't really know me. When he was here before, we became friendly, but he was older and had been here long before I arrived. Teddy, I mean. Now he is a teenager and Harry is here and..." He held his hands up, which looked a little funny with the gloves on. "You know, no big deal. I am just being ridiculous." It was hard explaining how it felt to constantly feel like he needed to prove himself over and over again. It would have been selfish to admit sometimes he wished people could stay gone once they left rather than deal with this over and over.