When Draco insisted on the topic, Harry’s smile changed, a stupid question he couldn’t quite articulate though he seemed compelled to try. He wanted to challenge Draco on the assumptions he had made for Harry’s plans, almost wanting to laugh at the life Draco thought he led.<br/>He didn’t end up doing either.<br/>“I guess it does,” Harry instead forfeited, a smile pulling at his lips. “What’s the limiting factor?”<br/>He spoke with genuine curiosity, eyes bright with infatuation. Harry knew who he had invited and what for, but he also thought he knew what Draco had made it out to be. He felt dizzy at the prospect of being with Draco this immediately before planning to see someone else, a pitiful admission that Draco was more exciting than anyone else.<br/>“If it’s a matter of<span style="font-style: italic">when</span>, it’s at eight, but if it’s<span style="font-style: italic">who </span>-”<br/>Harry paused not for effect but to watch Draco’s expression, interested in seeing which of the two that had given Draco such a sense of urgency. “Then Fleur and Viktor are coming over for drinks.”