"Obviously," Draco lied with a smile. "Everything is." He hoped Potter knew him well enough to see the truth of it all. But if he didn't, well, Draco was willing to wait for that too.
"No more secrets." Draco agreed. "Level playing field." He considered the house problem for a moment, then shrugged. "The hat didn't always sort Purebloods into slytherin. There were half bloods. Maybe that changed though. We should ask Savannah. Maybe it wasn't so rigid in her time."
He let Harry pull away, and resisted touching him again when he said no one ever did. It was hard to tell what Potter was actually feeling about it all. So Draco would just have to ask him.
"Dinner, yes." He put his hands into the pockets of his robes. "Does it bother you? That I touch you a lot?" He hadn't really considered the small amount of touching they did a lot.