"Not even slightly - it can’t be good if I’m needed though," Harry could only nod as if he understood the gravity of whatever it was Draco worked on - he imagined Draco had no idea what he did either, "Anyway, how are you? How’s the wife?" The question was just inane small talk to pass the time. Harry hesitated, knowing he was about to make this small talk into unexpected big talk. Ah fuck it - they’d agreed to start telling people, and it would be weird if Draco found out later, after Harry had side stepped the issue now.