___<br/>It had been such a weird day to Draco and it didn’t seem like it was going to stop any time soon. It had never been spoken out loud, but despite their less than productive work day, they had both been in the severe need of a glass of wine.<br/>Coote had just removed both of their plates and Draco was refilling their glasses. They had barely left the sun room the entire day, not even now that the sun was rapidly sinking behind the horizon and that they both had finished their dinner. In a way, Draco knew that both of them wanted to drag out the day, no matter how odd it had been for them.<br/>Draco was swirling the wine in his glass, leaning against the cushions in his chair and looking at Potter, who was still looking unfairly handsome, even if the sun was no longer shining brightly on him.<br/>“You know what, with everything that you are telling me, I am glad that I have just stayed here,” Draco stated with a shrug, taking a sip from his wine with a soft smile playing at his lips. There seemed to be a lot of drama in the outside world and honestly Draco was just fine with just sticking to himself.