Though Harry didn’t comment on it, his heart rate quickened when Draco shifted closer. It marked a shift in their interaction, familiar in a way the rest of their evening hadn’t been, and Harry only then realized he had been waiting for just that change.<br/>Harry raised his glass with Draco, but failed to join him for a drink. Instead, Harry found himself watching how the wine stained Draco’s lips red, and how his Adam’s apple bobbed; and, in his haze of wine and pastries, Harry doubted the wine would taste as nice from the glass as it would on Draco’s lips.<br/>Catching his attention drifting, Harry’s eyes darted back up to Draco’s, though he met the gaze without any remorse or embarrassment. Instead, he just grinned before lifting his glass once more in a repetition, finally taking his drink to Draco’s health.