Draco smiles politely, as Slughorn introduced him to a woman named Elizabeth ("but for god's sake just call me Liz,"), and was simply trying to make polite conversation, when the woman suddenly turned around. He had been trying to spot that face in the crowd since he got that first text, but now that Harry was actually standing so close to him, right there, in his uniform, it just all seemed like too much. It was only years of training at being polite at social events that made sure he didn't completely lost it, but instead kept his composure, and the polite smile on his lips.<br/>He took the hand that Harry offered him, trying not to think about how warm and rugged it was, and how surreal it was to actually be touching Harry after so long. "Pleasure to meet you," he said in a polite voice, hoping that the others didn't see his distress.<br/>Luckily, he was saved by Slughorn, who never wasted an opportunity to brag about the company he was in. "Our young Draco here is actually doing quite well for himself too," he said in a proud voice, thought Draco had no idea where that pride came from. "He's a well-respected surgeon at a hospital in Paris," Slughorn explained, and while Draco usually would pray for him to stop, then he was relieved that someone was talking, so he could figure out what to do.<br/>It really didn't help his situation that Harry was just as handsome in real life, as he had been in his pictures, albeit a lot shorter than Draco has imagined. Sure, the scar crossing his face looked grim, but the rest of Harry was very good-looking, and Draco really had to stop staring before someone noticed.<br/>"You make me seem greater than I am Horace."