Draco took his helping of food and dipped his bread in without taking a bite. They still had enough to go around, but it wouldn't last forever. Especially if new people kept showing up.
"You know, I wasn't that sad when I heard we'd all died out. Maybe I should have been, but I suppose I just don't see the point in it. It happened. We can't change it. And it's not like it happened to me. Just some abstract concept of me that I won't ever grow into. So, no use dwelling on it. As for Black," Draco shrugged. "Like I said. I don't know, and I don't really care. But I'll listen to you complain about it if you want."
He bit off the end of the bread and chewed thoughtfully.
"I'm not saying that you and Weasley need to start holding hands in the Great Hall. Just that its more normal than you think for friends to be demonstrative."
He answered Harry's grin with one of his own.
"Now where's the fun in that. I'm not going to go around making up carastrophies or solving riddles just to touch you. I'll back off when you tell me to, but I'm not Granger or Weasley. You'll get used to me eventually."