Relaxing into the prospect of spending another bottleful at the table, Harry settled himself better. He didn’t lean back, instead supporting his jaw with his hand, watching Draco summon another bottle with an inattentive smile to his lips.<br/>Harry hadn’t expected being without his month to affect him as much as it did, but watching Draco so easily extend their evening with the apparition of another bottle made Harry’s stomach flip with something he knew for certain wasn’t jealousy.<br/>The added specification struck Harry unprepared, a laugh escaping him as he was reminded of their topic of discussion.<br/>"I thought you’d say his taste in women," Harry grinned out, genuinely humoured by the prospect that the one thing Draco could appreciate about his father was that Draco had only gotten half of his genetic make up from him.<br/>Harry didn’t settle back down on his hand, instead reaching for his glass in preparation for finishing it, not intending on mixing reds.<br/>A boyish smile remained at the corners of his mouth as he raised his glass to his lip. "The wines haven’t been bad, either."