"You used to talk a lot more, rambling on and on about what you wanted, what your father would do, now you don't string two words together." Harry should probably be happy about it but he missed Hermione and her constant chatter. Harry might not pay attention to everything he said, but simply hearing her talk made him feel better.
"So no, yes, maybe and I don't know. You're the worst type of witness, the one I'd ask a question and get ten answers, never knowing which one was the right one." He took the bottle from Draco, their fingers brushing each other as he did so. "You never said where you ended up getting a room. Don't think I forgot." He was actually very good at interrogating people, suspects and witnesses alike.