"Obviously," he repeated, and he might have believed it if he hadn't watched Draco in sixth year and then his behavior before Voldemort's dead.
"Something like that." Even as he said it, he knew that it wasn't true. There were secrets that he had no intention of sharing with the world at large. No one needed to know about the horcruxes and the Deathly Hallows. "Yes, and how shocked people were when a half-blood ended up there? I guess we'll see what happens. It might take a generation before we see another Slytherin."
Harry shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not used to it. Even Hermione tended to hug me when major events occurred and she was the one who hugged me the most. Ron on occasion, but they tended to be life and death situation or Quidditch." He called for a house-elf and asked for dinner to be served before sitting back down in the armchair. "It's different, sort of nice, but a little claustrophobic too."