"All those people weren't there. They didn't care about anything until someone else fixed the problem and then they got all high and mighty." He smiled back. "And that's the point. It wasn't hard to tell Kingsley that he needed to let you go. Fuck, it was one of the easiest things I did in those six months. Turns out that yelling at the Minister, because he's being a dick and getting him to do what you want? It's easy and therapeutic."
He rolled his eyes. "I've always known you were mad." Harry wasn't sure that he believed that. People always got tired of his shit, but he had to admit that things were different here. Draco was also not most people.
"I don't know how to do that," he admitted. "Just staying still. I can't even sit down like now and now think of a bottle. At least it gives me something to do. The only time I can stay still is when I sleep." Maybe that was why he slept so soundly. He was always moving in some way. "I do know what's like to shagging a woman and a man. I keep my options open," he teased. "I'm glad you don't have to just exist. Thank you for volunteering with Cassandra. It's good to see you get involved with things although your talents lie elsewhere and we both know it."