Potter really did seem to have a way to constantly make Draco feel more at ease, somehow managing to assure Draco that things were going to get better, one way or the other. It was nice but also something that Draco was desperately trying to get used, to having not had a friend in that capacity for many years.<br/>“I’d be surprised if you could,” Draco stated with a grin, knowing that his father’s wine collection was something to behold. In fact, it was likely completely sacrilege that they were just drinking it like this, no consideration into what wine went well with what meal, nor even attempting to give the bottle the reverence it probably deserved.<br/>It felt like defying his father, even if there was no way for Lucius to ever know what Draco had done.<br/>“But it’s good to know,” Draco added, trying not to linger on the fact that he was fairly certain that Potter had just invited himself over, even when there no longer ways a curse in his chest. It made Draco’s heart flip again, taking another, longer, drink from his glass to really sink the feeling.<br/>“Would be a shame if they went to waste,” he said, knowing that there was absolutely no way that his father was going to be able to drink them.