There was nothing that could have prepared him for Potter taking his hand so suddenly. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, which was why Draco didn’t pull his hand away, instead just sorta settled in the touch, trying not to think too much of what that possibly meant.<br/>The compliment took Draco aback as well, not at all prepared for the sincere gratitude that Potter gave him so willingly. It hadn’t been a big deal to Draco, but it was obvious to him that it was to Harry, making his heart flip in his chest, knowing right in that movement that he would be willing to do just about anything to make Harry look at him like that again.<br/>“Me too,” was what he settled on, taking half a step back towards Harry again, having already not really felt like leaving the sunroom in the first place and now that Harry was holding his hand it seemed absolutely impossible, almost as if the hand in his was what kept him grounded in the universe.<br/>There really was no way around the fact that Draco had had a lot of fun during the day, feeling more relaxed than he had allowed himself to feel in years. It was just as intoxicating as the wine and Draco didn’t want it to end.<br/>“I’m glad you liked it, I want you to be comfortable,” Draco admitted, knowing that it was probably obvious that he had done it exclusively because Harry had mentioned missing the sun, but the wine made him less shy to admit to it. “You belong in the sun.”