It took Draco unexpectedly meeting his gaze for Harry to even realize he, at some point, had started paying more attention to their conversation than his own. The stolen little smile Draco gifted him made Harry’s heart do somersaults, a small acknowledgement to something they seemingly could no longer seem to contain within himself.<br/>It made him grin, stupidly, before ducking his gaze. Already several drinks into the evening, fumbled to return to his physical being, Viktor was already grinning at him when he turned, more clear-minded and aware of his surroundings - and Harry’s.<br/>Exasperatedly, Harry chuckled senselessly, trying to wrangle his thoughts, despite the way his heart hammered in his chest. He pushed his fingers beneath the brim of his glasses, rubbing at his eyes. “You were telling me about this season’s trades -”