The moment Draco's hand left Harry's shoulder, it seemed Harry regained his peripheral vision, finding that the world around them had started getting fuzzy at the edges. It was a great relief, feeling certain he would only make a bigger fool out of himself if he tried to address a superior when his senses were so captivated by Draco's touches.<br/>"Good." With a grin, Harry gladly took Draco's arm when offered. It was a silly gesture really, making them appear as more of a tandem than strictly necessary; yet Harry felt his heart skip a beat as his hand once again curled around Draco's bicep. " - because these kinds of things are above my pay grade."<br/>Harry had glanced around the room in search for the man he had only previously seen a glimpse of, yet his eyes darted back to Draco, accompanying the comment with a private little grin. He didn't, however, allow either of them to linger.<br/>With a suggestive little tug, Harry urged Draco to follow him.<br/>Once Harry got to look around, he probably knew more guests than expected; though, in all honesty, it was probably his mistake for underestimating the military lobbying Lucius Malfoy involved himself with. Not having a great interest in approaching any more than absolutely necessary, he led them through the crowd towards a man in a considerably more adorned uniform than the one Harry was wearing.<br/>"General Clingerman," Harry greeted once at a civil distance.<br/>The general turned his head towards the sound of his name. Across his ageing face flashed a string of emotions; first surprise, than pleasant recognition, then yet again an undeniable surprise.<br/>"Potter!" Clingerman returned the greeting, pleasantly surprised. He met the couple with a couple of steps in their direction, arms spreading as if initiating a hug that never manifested itself. "Good to see you, son, very good to see you, though you catch me by surprise. I thought Malfoy was putting that new leg of yours to good use up north."<br/>"Tonight I'm here for pleasure, not business," Harry returned with a chuckle, a pleasant smile to his face.<br/>The two military men exchanged a handshake, making Harry's grip around Draco's arm loosen. The touch was however soon enough replaced with an adoring glance.<br/>"General, I'm here with my boyfriend Draco," he said with such easiness that it was hard to believe he only moments ago had had a nervous episode. His grip around the other thigthened yet again, as he resettled in Draco's close proximity. "Draco, General Clingerman was the Vice Chief of Defense when I had to be rushed back from Afghanistan."