It did seem to make a difference, a flicker of juvenile spite flickering across Harry’s expression, always happy to disrespect the carefully crafted image Lucius had worked so hard to maintain.<br/>Sitting up a bit straighter, easing the weight put on his left hand, Harry gladly accepted the glass.<br/>“Cheers,” he grinned as he raised the glass to eye-level, equal parts to Draco and to his father, wherever he had been tucked away to rot.