With Potter staying at the manor, Draco was going through bottles of wine from the wine cellar much faster than he had ever done before. It was nice in a way, feeling like he could finally put the wine to good use, even if he doubted that his father would appreciate his ways.<br/>In a way, that made the wine taste that much sweeter to Draco.<br/>He watched Potter as he talked, liking the way that Potter always got very animated as he talked, almost as if the point was inside of him and he was about to explode just to get it out. It was fascinating to watch and completely impossible to not just be swept up in, Draco was fairly certain that he could watch and hear Potter talk for hours, even if it wasn’t particularly intelligent.<br/>“I’m sure I would,” Draco said with a soft smile, wanting to encourage Potter to feel free to share. After all, it wasn’t like Draco had a lot of things going on in his life, so while he appreciated his solitude, it was nice to hear from the real world for a bit.<br/>‘Do you not think that we have enough drama in our office? Do you want me to create some?”