The garden at night seemed detached from reality; Harry only felt present in his body where it touched Draco as the other pulled him through the gardens. Whenever they paused to look at another garden bed, the flowers became increasingly indistinguishable from their leaves, and all of the sudden Harry stopped pretending to admire them.<br/>Instead, his eyes were on Draco.<br/>“You’re lovely,” Harry said, his voice so soft he barely seemed aware that he had said it, the buzz of the wine truly hitting him now that they were standing and moving.<br/>His eyes dipped to Draco’s lips. “Lovelier.”