"Would you like to talk about the weather?" Harry asked with a chuckle. "I think we're way past the random chitchat." They had been past it when they were still children.
Harry ran his fingers through his hair, while Draco rambled on, and he couldn't help but smile. "This is the most incoherent I've seen in you a long time." Since Bellatrix had pushed Draco to reveal Harry's identity, but Harry hadn't wanted to bring that memory up.
"I guess it makes sense. The obsession-" He shrugged. "I can't hardly blame you, since we're both guilty of that. I didn't keep you out of jail because I'm a hero. I keep you out of prison, because it was the right thing to do. They had fucked with you long enough, keeping you in a prison for months, not allowing you to go back to school when everyone else had, even people like Goyle and Parkinson. They were just fucking with you, because of your father, which is exactly what Voldemort had done. I don't get credit for doing the right thing."
He leaned forward, elbows on his thigh. "I guess the last part is the one that trips me up. Most people can't really stand being around me for long. The hero is a lot more interesting than me. I'm boring, work too much, drink too much-" He shrugged. "I'm not sure how you went from there to marrying a woman, because I got married, but I'm glad you won't have to do it again."