Though a drink had been the furthest from Harry’s mind, the unexpected offer made him look like he had been lost in the dessert and Malfoy had offered him water; he could almost cry, a moment of relief in what had become a stifling new normal.<br/>The look of teary gratitude shifted, giving way for a smile, well-aware of the ridicule of his own reaction.<br/>"I’d love that," he admitted in an exhale, the smile continuing to pull at the corner of his mouth. He felt exhausted and like drowning that with alcohol; in reality, just like he would do any other Friday evening, though pub night and Dan no longer existed in his consciousness. This was hardly celebratory, anyway, as much as it was to soothe a budding hurt and terrible news.<br/>"Doesn’t even have to be any of the good ones," Harry felt like clarifying, no doubt in his mind that Malfoy Manor contained enough expensive wine to pay off a mortgage. Both quality and value would certainly be lost on him, especially a day like today. "I’d love any."