It felt easy to just follow Harry further down on the floor, arm still firmly around Harry’s shoulders and free hand on his neck. It was too much and Draco knew that, yet he also knew that he would never be able to turn Harry down; knowing that he would never not want Harry.<br/>As the soft clatter of cutlery and china being removed was heard, Draco’s back connected with the floor underneath the the picnic blanket. He tilted his head to the side, allowing Harry to have the room that he needed.<br/>Everything about Harry was deeply intoxicating and Draco quickly realised that he had no idea whether he was drunk on Harry or the wine.