"Oh," Harry said, but didn't say whatever question he had wanted to ask and Draco didn't know what Hermione had told him.
                              
Draco decided to invade Harry's space and went to the mug cupboard, pulling one out and then extracting a teabag. "Is the water hot?"
                              
It took Potter a second to answer, like he had been watching him intently. "I... umm... yeah, I got it warm. You did that without... umm... seeing?"
                              
"I told you that yesterday," Draco said, as he found the kettle.
                              
"Want me to pour it?"
                              
"Sure."
                              
Harry dumped the water, and Draco started dunking his teabag. After he opened the cupboard to put the wrapper in the rubbish bin, he let the tea seep and walked to the table.
                              
"You didn't bring your cane down, either," Harry commented.
                              
Draco smirked as he sat down. "Unless you plan on leaving random things on the floor or moving the furniture, I don't really need it inside the house."
                              
"Wow... that's amazing, Draco."
                              
"I walked through all of Knockturn and Diagon without help on a daily basis. I think I manage this small house."
                              
"It's not small."
                              
"It's smaller than my house..." Draco chuckled, but then frowned. "I mean, my ancestor's house. Guess it was never really mine."
                              
"It was your home, Draco. Can I ask you about that?"
                              
"About what? My childhood home?" Draco asked, dubiously.
                              
"Yeah, that and stuff. What was in your sentence? Just the six months?"
                              
"Yeah."
                              
"Nothing about seizing property or your assets?" Harry pressed.
                              
"No... but the ninth law fixed that." All monetary assets of former Death Eaters can be seized if they helped financially supported the Death Eater cause in any way.
                              
"But the Wizengamot itself didn't issue restitution orders?"
                              
"I... umm... no? What are you getting at?" Draco inquired.
                              
"Just checking. Hermione will be here soon to talk about the plan."
                              
"Plan?"
                              
"Yeah. Steps one and two can be worked on at the same time."
                              
Draco heard the floo before he could question Potter further, and Hermione called out, "Harry?"
                              
"We're in here. Breakfast is almost ready."
                              
"Good. Maybe I should ask you for some cooking lessons. I never got around to learning how to cook properly."
                              
Harry laughed. "Gasp! Something Hermione doesn't know!"
                              
"Hey, I know enough to get by, Harry. Made enough meals when we were on the run, and you guys didn't complain too much."
                              
"And those were the best meals ever," said another voice, and Draco straightened up. Bloody hell. It was Weasley's voice. "Makes me long for those days of adventure, again."
                              
"Shut up, Ron. We didn't make you cook," Harry chided.
                              
"That was just self-preservation on your part. Besides, I was the one who was splinched, remember?" Weasley chuckled.
                              
"Yeah, yeah. Sit down. Say hi to Draco before he bolts."
                              
In truth, Draco had been debating whether or not to escape, but their light-hearted banter made it seem safe. He hadn't heard Weasley's take on all this. Granger wasn't exactly friendly at first, either, so he imagined that Weasley would be worse. Draco had to use his ears to hear where Weasley's combat boots walked, and he took the chair to the left of him. Granger sat down to the right. Harry would be across from him, but he was still at the stove.