___<br/><br/>Drinks were going well. Actually, no, drinks were going really well. Though Viktor had been kind to Draco, Fleur was down right enthusiastic, Draco seeming to fill a void and offering a much-needed relief in her life full of Brits.<br/>Harry had been speaking to Viktor, but had stopped mid-sentence when, across the table, Fleur and Draco had switched to French, his attention immediately drawn.<br/>Besides an odd<span style="font-style: italic">merde</span>muttered beneath his breath, Harry hadn’t actually heard Draco speak French before; not even after they had established that French was an ingrained part of how Draco worked and thought. It was more captivating than expected, Draco’s words foreign to Harry though the sound of his voice remained so intimately familiar, bringing a stupid little smile to Harry’s lips.<br/>That had been some time ago.<br/>Despite putting a genuine effort into maintaining the conversation he had carried independently with Viktor, Harry’s attention had kept drifting, eyes wandering to Draco. At some point, Viktor had stopped trying and allowed Harry to listen in with a grin, feeling quite certain Harry wasn’t even aware that he had fallen silent.