"Susan," he nodded at her, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Harry around?" She stayed still for a second, no doubt taking note that he used Potter's first name - something he only did when things were serious. She nodded, eyes glancing off to the left as Potter stepped in, wearing a ratty old t-shirt Draco was certain he'd worn while at Hogwarts. He had more pressing concerns than taking the piss out of the man for his lack of fashion development in the last ten-odd years, though, and merely quirked a brow at him as he took a seat without invitation. Potter stepped across the room, eyes on Draco, before kissing Susan lightly on the temple with a murmured word that Draco couldn't hear. Before leaving the room, Susan approached him, setting a calm hand lightly on his shoulder.