____<br/><br/>A suit had certainly not been appropriate attire for a picnic, but Harry couldn’t care less about the creases of his trousers, immediately having undone the work of Coote’s ironing charms as Harry sat comfortably with one leg tucked beneath him. It didn’t matter, only seeming to add to the stupid indulgence of the evening; dressing up only to crumple it as soon as he sat down felt particularly appropriate for a 30th.<br/>In the stable temperature of the sun room, Harry had taken off his jacket, though this too remained carelessly discarded on the tile floor beside him. Comfortable and well fed, Harry leaned back, arms outstretched behind him.<br/>“Is this one the one?” he asked, a smile tugging at his lips as he nodded towards the bottle of wine Draco was pouring them each a fresh glass from. Harry couldn’t help but notice that, for the first time yet, Coote had insisted on changing their glasses, even though this was another red.<br/>When his eyes found Draco’s, the smile took hold of his features, no ill will behind the tease.<br/>“Best one yet?”