Despite the touch being simple, hardly outrageous by any accounts, Draco still found that his breath caught in his throat. He kept thinking that he was on top of the situation, feeling that he knew what he was doing and where they were supposed to go next, yet Harry kept doing little things that took him aback, causing him to wonder how much was actually an act.<br/>Those thoughts, however, were easy to dismiss as just the alcohol in his system. They both knew that this was fake and a show they were putting on, no matter how it felt when it was just the two of them. God, Draco reminded himself that he was going to have to drink less the next time they were at a gala or a rally, whichever it was next.<br/>“Don’t worry, with fashion he knows that he doesn’t stand a chance,” he stated, taking the chance to intertwine their fingers in an attempt to regain some level of control. His mind was being extremely unhelpful in starting to imagine how Harry might look in a well tailored suit, knowing that he was probably going to actually see that sooner rather than later.<br/>“Also, he doesn’t get to decide how my boyfriend dresses.”