Despite how the comment made Draco’s heart jump in his chest, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh at it as well. It was a nonsense compliment, if it had even been meant as a compliment in the first place, yet Draco still felt affected by it. There was something about both feeling flustered and wholeheartedly laughing at the same time that moved something in Draco, finding that he wanted to keep his head level.<br/>“Lucky me,” Draco settled on, glancing briefly at his glass, which was still mostly full, and then over at the bottle they had shared over dinner, which was now empty.<br/>The prospect of being done talking with Potter once his glass was empty suddenly seemed overwhelming to Draco, finding that their day had been so good that he wasn’t ready for it to end. He knew that it didn’t make any sense to try and delay the end of a day like that, but he was still going to give it a try.<br/>“If I were to find us another bottle, would you help me drink it?” He asked, finding that what he was actually asking Potter was if he wanted to spend even more time with him.