The wine was terrific, no doubt about it, and still it was so utterly insignificant that Harry could have been drinking a five pound wine and been none the wiser.<br/>Placing the wine glass at a sufficiently safe distance, Harry planted that same hand on the blanket between them, leaning in to cross part of the few feet of distance Draco had maintained between them.<br/>“Why’d you stop there?” Harry questioned, a smile tugging at his lips. His eyes once again wandered to Draco’s wine glass, a careful assessment of his movements, calculating the risk of spilling a glass of Lucius Malfoy’s prime bottle.<br/>It only seemed to make Harry’s smile that wider as his eyes returned onto Draco, though he didn’t shift closer, trusting -<span style="font-style: italic">hoping </span>- that Draco would dismiss the glass himself.  “Come closer.”