”Sorry, what?” Harry said as he turned around with the chilled bottle in his hand. He swore that Draco had said something, but when he looked he didn’t seem to be awaiting an answer.<br/>Harry’s eyes remained on Draco – partially in an attempt to pay better attention to the conversation, partially because he couldn’t help himself. As Harry puttered around looking for the corkscrew, his eyes kept wandering to Draco who looked so out of place seated on Harry’s couch; he eventually caught himself in that and looked down, as he unwrapped the aluminium foil from the bottleneck.