The evening had passed by a lot more smoothly than Draco could have been dared to hope for, having spent most of the evening locked in conversation with Fleur, who just seemed very keen to finally get to speak French with someone. It had felt nice to actually get to speak the language that all of his thoughts had been in since age 17, but as the evening was drawing to an end Draco found himself eager to be alone with Harry again.<br/>As Fleur and Viktor started making preparations to leave, Draco had stayed in the chair he had sat in since arriving at Grimmauld Place, clearly not about to join the two. He hadn’t thought much about how that might look like until Fleur turned to look at him, her smile as friendly and laid back as it always had been.<br/>“You coming too Draco?”