Though there wasn't anything implied with Draco's comment, it still seemed to catch Harry off guard enough that it managed to fluster him. Having just asked himself the same question, Harry let out an awkwardly little chuckle, not sure what he felt about the possibility that Draco had so easily read Harry's mind.<br/>"Yeah, well," Harry breathed, still almost a laugh. He didn't find that he had any prepared answer - none that was appropriate, at least. Harry hadn't declined the white wine served at lunch with the Malfoys, but Harry hadn't touched it. He felt a degree of uncertainty, not knowing whether or not Draco had understood that Harry was sober, always.<br/>"I've been sober through worse things," Harry joked, the corner of his mouth finally tugging upward in a proper grin.<br/>It was a weird dynamic getting to hide away with Draco in a corner of their own. It felt like the first time they had a moment to really be around each other, and yet, Harry still found himself friendlier and more willing to share out of the irrational fear that anybody would be listening in.<br/>Harry lifted the glass to his lips, partially obscuring his smile. It only meant the toying glimmer translated to his eyes, and finally, Harry allowed himself to ground themselves. "The first time you had me over for tea at your parents, for example."