While Harry couldn't say that he had noticed Draco to be drunk, he was also hardly surprised by the matter-of-factly admission, having served as a witness to every drink Draco had had over the course of the evening. It brought a slowly growing grin to his lips, endlessly humoured by how perfectly poised Draco seemed to remain even when declared drunk by his own standards.<br/>It was, however, the almost nonchalant, off-handed addition that made Harry's smile freeze in place.<br/>"Oh yeah?" Harry let out, the laugh in his voice making him sound both caught off guard and pleasantly surprised.<br/>The boyishness of his reply had been genuine, startled by the implication that they were, in fact, not just waiting for the last guests to leave. In the back of his mind, Harry had thought this to be the entire reason why they were still there in the first place, seeing as they had barely spoken to any but each other for the last couple of hours.<br/>The notion of them leaving<span style="font-style: italic">together</span>was enough for Harry's grin to widen, even if he knew it meant absolutely nothing; everything about him an accidentally perfect picture of a pleased boyfriend who hadn’t expected company for the evening.<br/>"Well, hurry up, then," he grinned, his voice juvenile rather than suggestively. His eyes had once again dipping to their intertwined legs, once again bumping his foot against Draco's leg in a too-familiar gesture.  "We've got better things to do than to linger about here."