Harry's face lit up in a crooked, toothy grin as he fumbled with his sweater sleeve, in an attempt to pull down his left shirt sleeve.<br/>"What's your drink, then?" Harry asked, without further complaints. He finally got a hold of his dress shirt, and managed to pull the cuff back down around his wrist.<br/>It was still completely surreal to see Draco again, and in the back of his mind, Harry knew he wasn't likely to get a third chance; he knew as much as to say that he had screwed up last time, but he had no precise sense of what did it for Draco. Harry inattentively bit his bottom lip, desperately wanting this to go well.