Sipping a Butterbeer.

Draco squirmed and wriggled and after what seemed like hours Harry moved away. He continued to flinch every now and then and the giggles eventually subsided. His face flushed a dusty pink color as Ginny spoke. No doubt that was awkward for her to witness. "Oh, uhm. Well yes, we are" Draco said almost shyly, fixing his robes that were now crooked and unkept looking

Ginny finished off her Butterbeer and decided to go with Firewhisky next, flagging the waitress and politely making her order. She felt that she might need something a little stronger if this was how Draco and Harry were going to act. "So why is that? Don't you have family back at your manor?" She looked at Draco over her empty glass curiously. Last she had heard, the Malfoys were in hiding, though everyone knew about their grand estate.

Draco's happiness faded quickly as his family was mentioned."No...My father's in Azkaban, and my mothers dead.." He paused for a moment, feeling the need to explain further. "My father tortured me when the war was over. Said I was a disgrace to the Malfoy name. Locked me in the cellar, hit me with curse after cure... The cruicatus curse was his favorite..Word finally got out that he was torturing me so he was locked up in Azkaban, mum felt badly for allowing him to treat me the way he did and eventually she killed herself..." Draco sighed, folding his arms across the table. He didn't want her to pity him, true he did miss his parents, but pity was all he received from people, other than Harry. He hated it, it made him feel pathetic and weak, which were two things he certainly was not.

Ginny took a sip of firewhisky before answering. "I'm sorry to hear that, but you know that it only made you stronger." She said simply, taking another swig. She herself had been possessed by Voldemort in her first year and knew that hardships only made people stronger. She also knew that Draco wouldn't let something like that take away from his self-importance, so Ginny was not inclined to give him too much sympathy.

"Merlin Draco..I had no idea. Sorry to hear that mate. What Ginny said is true though. A bloke like you, that could only make you stronger." He smiled warmly at Draco, patting the top of the Slytherin's hand. Merlin Draco hadn't even told him what had happened. He figured it was best not to ask. Hearing the things that happened to Draco saddened Harry. Though he doubted it had too much of an effect on the Blonde. He was a strong bloke and could no doubt handle the situation on his own.

Draco smiled a bit and opened his mouth to speak but found it rather difficult as Harry touched his hand. He froze up, his body feeling like it turned to mush. The contact was almost electrifying. He wanted to jerk, to pull his hand away, but for some reason he couldnt. His breath hitched before he finally regained a bit of his composure nodding as he whispered. "Yes, err, stronger." He smiled weakly as he stared down at Harry's hand.