"You're welcome," Nymphadora nudged him, friendly and casual and beaming at him, and Draco slid his eyes away. He didn't know if he'd ever feel fully comfortable with the way the Order members were treating him now. He wasn't good at being nice to people, and he didn't know how to react when they were nice to him. They stood side-by-side in the night, Teddy Lupin remaining stubbornly awake, breaking the silence now and then with a mewl, or a gurgle. It was an oddly companionable silence, with Nymphadora putting no demands on Draco for conversation and he actually, to his surprise, enjoyed having her company.