While he had never made a proper habit of dressing in Wizarding formal wear himself, Harry had always appreciated it on others. A different canvas entirely, dress robes allowed for more lavish fabrics and ornate patterns and finishes, all which simultaneously seemed far more exciting and difficult to wear than a suit; and yet -<br/>“That’s a shame,” he mused. Harry found that it suited Draco terrifically. With his white-blond hair tied up and back, the indigo and shimmer of the robe made him look out of a fairy tale, the Wizarding wardrobe still feeling like it belonged in a fantasy to Harry.<br/>Looking at Draco, there was a tug at his lips, words he couldn’t quite articulate as readily as he expected. In turn, that made him smile wider, aware of the fact that he was being stupid about it. “Maybe tonight will make a greater impression.”