Harry couldn’t help but grin into his wine glass, privately humoured by how timidly Draco was coming onto him. There was a juvenile shyness about the stolen touch, an invitation Draco didn’t verbally address when he spoke to Harry.<br/>Harry gladly took him up on that invitation.<br/>Eyes to their laps, Harry welcomed the proximity, his hand curling around the inside of Draco’s knee, increasing the line where their legs met with another inch. There iit settled, aimless as he waited for Draco’s reaction.