Harry laughed at Draco calling himself a geek. Harry knew for a fact that Draco was smart. He always had some of the best grades in any of their classes, and he appeared to actually try hard to get those grades. Harry often wondered what it was that kept Draco from being a Ravenclaw, but he thought it was improper to ask.
Harry occasionally did the same experimenting with cooking. Only it was foods that the thought would go well together, and trying to make the more lively and fun to eat. Especially vegetables. Harry didn't care for vegetables much, but he ate them, and he willingly ate them when they tasted really good. It was still a push to get them to taste right from his deprived senses.
Harry had blushed at Draco's comment, but started to blush even more when Draco called himself rugged and manly. "It's a good thing you're handsome then, isn't it? So people don't know that they're speaking with a geek..." He knew it sounded lame, but it was an effort.
He cleared his throat and began again, "It's good that you enjoy it. I quite liked it my sixth year, but... I had a little help then."