"That's true," Draco laughed, settling himself on the couch and accepting the glass of elvish wine. He'd nurse it slowly all evening. He noticed Harry seemed to drink less when he was around, and he wanted to keep it that way.
He began playing with Harry's thick hair, tangling his fingers in the strands and rubbing his scalp with the pads of his thumbs.
"It's alright. Weasley knows what he's doing." He'd found working for Weasley was actually not that bad, and so far the training bad been decent. "Its nice to get back into routine, after how chaotic those first few days were." He didn't mention talking to his father. He would, later, but he was still processing a lot of it.
"How about you? Still a million fires to put out?" His left hand moved to the base.of Harry's neck, working on the tension that he always held there.