Draco’s phrasing tugged at the corner of Harry’s mouth, not entirely willing to let Draco have the satisfaction of making him actually laugh at that. While not terribly humorous, it was oddly familiar.<br/>“Dinner at the Ministry Friday,” Harry went on with some degree of objectivism, though the facade cracked as his eyes dipped to Draco’s chest, interested in seeing how much he was wearing underneath his sweater.<br/>He couldn’t help but feel some degree of disappointment when it revealed a vest rather than bare skin. It did, however, make it easier for his gaze to return onto Draco’s.<br/>“Saturday was the day of,” he eventually dragged on. “Ron organized that bit.”