They couldn't have been out in the courtyard for any longer than ten minutes and still it felt like Harry needed to muster all of his courage to reengage in the charade. The lines between act and reality had been fuzzy when it was just the two of them, but, as Draco offered him his arm to take, there was an inevitable moment where they'd be entwined in an embrace without any audience to witness it.<br/>It made it all that more daunting, making Harry smile go crooked in lack of any better response.<br/>Dragging out the inevitable, Harry finished his drink, once again wishing the soda to be an alcoholic drink instead.<br/>"Fine," he said, the act of just having downed his drink making him sound reluctant; the smile, however, softened it.<br/>When Harry finally closed the last remaining distance between them, his hand caught the crook of Draco's elbow, the touch ginger in an attempt to pace himself. He had too quickly become comfortable increasing the area of contact between them into something that was far greater than necessary; he had to pull back if he was ever to keep up with himself.<br/>"How do these things usually go?" Harry asked as he set in motion, hand slipping to Draco's forearm when he moved a step ahead of him.<br/>As Harry looked back at Draco, there was a grin to his voice. "Is it just an endless loop of drinks and small talk until someone finally unlocks the doors and we can leave?"