The more time Harry spent with Draco, the more aware he had become that Draco had described his years at the Manor with half-truths. There was no malice in the action, the two of them barely having been anything more than strangers when Draco assured Harry that he had happily spent his years in solitude. Harry wasn’t the one to judge whether or not that had been a lie, but it was continuously refreshing whenever Draco dropped his guard another bit, happy to see that Draco was enjoying himself in Harry’s company.<br/>"I’ll come help you drink it," Harry promised, his smile easy in an attempt to balance the weight he knew the promise carried. They hadn’t at all talked about the time after Harry’s quarantine, but it was no secret that it would have to come to an end, one way or another. Harry spoke both of a situation where he both survived this and where he would be invited back to the Manor, but privately, he felt carefully confident in both.<br/>Harry also wanted to extend the invitation to a pint, but he wasn’t actually sure whether or not Draco would want to be seen with him in public. Not wanting to linger at that thought, Harry instead took another drink.<br/>"You’ve really spoiled me with absolutely terrific wines lately," he added with a smile. "I’m not sure I can upkeep that standard at the grocer’s."