Draco did his best not to stare at Harry's midriff, but he couldn't quite help himself. He was just a poor gay man, and Harry was very muscular. It was basically impossible for him not to stare, but he did his best to contain himself. He was so focused on not staring that he barely realised that Harry had asked him a question.<br/>"Huh? Oh, yeah. My best friend and I finally have a day off at the same time, so we are going out to celebrate," he stated with a shrug. He knew that it probably was his outfit that gave him away, but he honestly dressed like this most of the time; Harry just happened to have met him in a busy period of his life, where he couldn't be bothered to dress nicely. It seemed stupid to dress up just to spend hours in his room or at the library to cramp for a test. This was his first evening back to normal in a long time.<br/>"Nothing too crazy. Just a couple of drinks, and most likely her leaving me to go fuck some chick. The usual."