Draco was overwhelmed by the entire situation and was more than a little relieved when their server approaches the table. He turned to her with a soft smile, happy to get to divert his attention for a moment and get a moment to think.<br/>"That'll be two mushroom stuffed ravioli in pesto then, and a glass of white wine for me. The house wine should do," he stated and handed the girl his menu, which she room quickly after scribbling down their order on her pad. Once she was off again, Draco reluctantly turned to Harry, trying to figure out what to make of the situation. Harry didn't want to lie, but it was hard to tell the truth, when you weeny actually sure what the truth even was anymore. He knew that he liked Harry, and a whole lot of that, he just didn't know if they were actually serious enough to move their relationship so far. It seemed like way too much way too early and it was hard for Draco to wrap his head around.<br/>"Then comes the next heavy hitter," he said, trying to smile to lighten the mood a little, but his heart wasn't really in it. This was so important to their relationship and Draco couldn't believe that it was a conversation they were having at an Italian muggle restaurant. "What are we, Harry? It's gonna be fairly hard to tell Teddy and Ginny what we are if we don't even know ourselves."