“Yeah,” Harry promised without hesitation, despite having given it no thought before saying it out loud. He couldn’t think of why not, encouraged by the warmth of the wine and the heat flushing Draco’s cheeks.<br/>“They know you’re doing work at the Ministry.”<br/>He didn’t know why he felt compelled to share that; he didn’t even consider elaborating on it. Harry hadn’t lied about where he had been the past half a year, not to friends at least, but it didn’t cross Harry’s mind beyond wanting to ease Draco’s justified worries.<br/>Though both bells started to chime again, warning Harry that the two wizards detected by the wards had moved closer to the house, Harry didn’t leave Draco’s presence. Rather, he leaned into it.<br/>The angle of the table too narrow for him to sink fully onto Draco’s lap, Harry instead rested a knee against Draco’s thigh, bracing his weight with his hands against Draco’s shoulders.<br/>“Stay after, too,” he grinned, any subtlety lost to a bottle of red wine and sheepish little smile. His eyes dipped to Draco’s lips, if only for a split second. “If you’d like.”