Harry looked at him with wide hopeful eyes and Draco in his nervous discomfort snapped, "Is that some sort of code for sex?"

Harry blinked and said, "No, but if you really want to have sex before dinner that could be arranged, although personally I would rather prefer we wait. I might want you for sex but I fancy myself a romantic at heart."

Draco nodded his head when Harry gave him an expectant look, and after a moment Harry stood up and for a split second Draco thought that Harry was going to approach him then for intimacy, but then Harry asked, "Would you like a drink?"

Draco just stared for a moment as Harry walked over to the bar in the corner and fixed himself a glass then Draco hesitantly said, "Yes, I would."

Draco had never been much of a drinker, partially because he could never stand the smell of it and because he was a total light weight. Harry quickly poured him a glass from the same bottle he had poured his own drink, he handed over the glass before having a seat once again a cross from Draco.

Harry took a long sip of his drink then sat it down next to him on the coffee table. Harry sighed as he leaned back into the cushion of the coach and asked, "So why did you miss those classes?"

Draco slowly began to relax a bit, and sat back a bit in seat, not enough that his back was touching the cushions but enough that he wasn't sitting at the very edge of it. He took a small sip of his drink as he considered the words he should use to answer that question. Finally he sat his drink in front of him on the coffee table and said, "Well I missed the class I had after that lesson in Care of Magical Creatures where that Hippogriff clawed me."

He paused, to consider his next words, and Harry said, "We all thought you were faking it, up in Gryffindor."

Draco frowned and said, "I nearly lost my arm, didn't you all read the chapter on Hippogriffs in the old care of magical creature books we had in 2nd year? Getting a scratch from them was labeled as even more dangerous than getting a scratch from a werewolf because the natural venom that coats their claws prevents magical healing, and the bacteria and diseases they carry often kill a person even if a scratch doesn't completely break the surface. If Severus hadn't had some very strong potions to fight off the infections I might have even died. Madam Pomfrey made me stay in the hospital wing over night and almost didn't let me go to potions the next day. I might have overstated the amount of pain I was in to get attention from my friends, but that was only because the Pain potion Pomfrey gave me before class had me completely numb."

Harry frowned and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know. I'm surprised Hermione didn't tell us that when it all happened."

Draco shrugged and said, "Granger sent me a letter a few days before school ended when she reread the chapter and realized I hadn't been completely faking, said she was sorry for punching me in the face too."

Harry looked and sounded surprised when he asked, "Really? She never told me that, did you write her back?"

Draco shrugged and said, "We wrote off and on during the next school year."

Harry looked completely thunderstruck, like the whole thing was completely unbelievable. Finally he got his bearings and asked, "And what did your father think about that?"

Draco sighed and said, "Look Potter, I understand that you hate my father, and for good reason, but the man's dead, and despite what most people think, he was a good father. He did everything he could to protect me and bring me up with the same values his father instilled upon him, and I can tell you right now, if you had ever met my grandfather you would think my father an understanding angel."

Harry crossed his arms and said, "You didn't answer my question, the one from earlier or the one just now. Alright backing out?"

Draco let out a humph and forced himself to stay calm, just barely, "My father had no knowledge of my letter exchange with Granger, so it's really of no conscience, but if he had, he would have likely thought of a punishment I was not likely to forget. To your early question, my father would never have physically hit me, what if an aurora took it into their head to try and use legilimency on me? Not that it would have mattered, Severus made sure I could be a master at Occlumency by the time I got to school."

Harry frowned and asked skeptically, "Snape taught you Occlumency?"

Draco shrugged and said, "I was his apprentice, and his godson. If the rumors are true and Dumbledore had you learning Occlumency from Severus than I must say it would be a miracle if you accomplished anything. It was clear you never trusted Severus, and he never trusted you. Trust is a rare thing amongst Slytherin, so it's no surprise that besides Severus and myself I don't know of many who ever learned the art. You have to trust whoever is teaching you not to harm you with your past."

Harry considered that information for a time before asking, "Do you know who Snape learned from?"

Draco snorted and said, "My grandmother actually."

Harry was surprised by that, "How did that happen?"

Draco tensed and said, "It's actually a rather long story, and not a pleasant one. Suffice to say, Severus had a very hard childhood and my grandmother, who was as kind as my grandfather was cruel, helped Severus, took him on as an apprentice for a time, although Severus was never really interested in the healing arts. Probably a good thing though that he gave it up, he was crap at it."

Harry frowned and asked, "Your grandmother was a med-witch? Like Madam Pomfrey?"

Draco snorted and said, "No, way different. Anyone can be a med-witch. Anyone can learn spells that with enough practice will do the job, but to be able to push your own core magic into a wound, without the use of a wand, with shear will, and heal using only what nature gave you, it's not something very many people can do, and it takes much longer to master it, just because for being so simple it's really bloody complicated."

Harry considered Draco for a time, then asked, "Did you know your grandparents?"

Draco shrugged and said, "I knew my grandmother, she was actually trying to teach me the healing art when she passed, my grandfather died a few weeks after I was born. I never really knew my maternal grandparents, as my mother quietly despised them for how they treated her favorite cousin, not that she ever told my father that. She normally just mentioned one of her sisters whenever my father thought about trying to visit them, as any proper husband should pay respects to their wife's parents."

There was a short silence, then an elf popped in to inform them that dinner was ready a bit early, and Harry was herding him to a dining room that could rival the one in the manor.