Draco really hadn’t intended for them to stay for so long, but he had found that he had simply just been enjoying his time together with Harry so much that he hadn’t noticed the passing of time. Having gotten over the initial tension, the two of them had managed to mingle and be the perfect couple to Draco’s father’s supporters, doing exactly what they had planned.<br/>It had come as a surprise to Draco just how much he was enjoying Harry’s company. It was a pleasant surprise to him, having feared the absolute worst when Lucius had talked him into doing this, but by now he was fairly pleased.<br/>They were among the last of the guests at the gala, only about 10 people being left in the room, themselves included. When Draco went to check his watch, he realised that it was nearing midnight, meaning that he and Harry would probably have to get going soon as well.<br/>They had placed themselves at a large table, having a fair distance between them, but with their ankles intertwined, as they nursed each their own drink. It was a deeply intimate kind of caress that spoke of a need to constantly be touching, even while being a little apart, even if it was mostly staged.<br/>“Getting tired?” He asked as he looked at Harry, unsure how he was handling having been on show for so many hours by now.