Draco had sincerely doubted his decision to open another bottle at first, unsure if Potter was just trying to be polite and humour him because it was clear that he was a little lonely. However, as the evening progressed, it was becoming clear to him that Potter was enjoying the conversation as well, something that made Draco feel warm inside.<br/>Maybe it was just the wine that helped him feel warm as well, Draco having drunk more wine than he had in a long time, and was now feeling buzzed and warm. However, he felt absolutely certain that Potter was actually enjoying himself, just chattering away and having left any last trace of professionalism behind some time after their first bottle.<br/>Hearing about Fleur Delcaour and Viktor Krum wasn’t how Draco had expected the evening to go, but it was an enjoyable conversation nonetheless. After all, it was people he was able to put a face on, but people he didn’t have any level of relationship with, other than a childhood crush.<br/>It was nice.<br/>“You think it’s likely?” Draco asked, swirling the last sip of his wine around in his glass, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to prolong the evening much longer. He had no idea what time it was, having not wanted to take his eyes off Potter long enough to check, nor really cared enough to truly know.<br/>“Are they really friends like that?”