Draco nodded at that, and grabbed his wineglass. He didn't know why everything with Harry felt so damn intense, but it seemed like he couldn't do anything to stop it. He went to the table and sat down, relieved to get a moment to gather his thoughts. He was thankful for the wine in his glass, which he had started twirling around in the glass again. It was stupid to be this one edge about it. After all, they had eaten together many times before. It shouldn't change anything that they were now eating dinner, and that it was at Harry's place, instead of at a public place.