When Harry raised his glass, Draco made the decision to crawl closer to him on the picnic blanket. They had spent dinner sitting next to each other but at a distance, trying to pretend that they were actually out where they might be sene.<br/>However, now Draco knew that all pretences were over, them having disappeared with the opening of their second bottle of wine, and he knew better than to be shy about being close to Harry. It was still his birthday after all, so if he wanted to be close to Harry, he felt that it was his prerogative to be so.<br/>“Cheers,” he parroted with a warm smile, clinking his glass together with Harry’s before taking a sip, appreciating the company far more than the exquisite wine that he was enjoying.