Harry barely managed to react before Draco had already disappeared. His body responding with a delay, he suddenly found himself alone at the bar feeling flushed, the skin where Draco had kissed him quickly heating up.<br/>Alone and without anybody to help him process what had just happened, Harry picked up the drinks and, distractedly, returned to his table.<br/>"Sorry, I ran into my roommate at the bar," Harry apologized, his smile sheepish and almost flustered.<br/>Charlie, who had been sitting with her back towards the bar and polite not to oggle Harry, now shifted with interest. "Oh?"<br/>With a grip of her chair, she readjusted her line of sight, moving closer towards Harry. Attempting to meet his point of view, it didn't take her long to spot who could possibly have made Harry this flustered.<br/>"Is that them?" she asked, turning her face towards Harry who now was considerably closer. She didn't even need to wait for a verbal confirmation, and a grin formed on her lips. "They're stunning."<br/>"Yeah," Harry just agreed, having lowered his eyes to pour his seltzer into the glass he had been served his soft drink in. "He is."<br/><br/>____________________<br/><br/>Drinks with Charlie had dragged out, yet Harry was, unsurprisingly, the first to arrive back at the flat. He had walked Charlie home to her dorm and, with some awkwardness, declined spending the night. His over all perception of the date had been considerably clouded by Draco's presence at the bar, and he had asked her out again<br/>In the moment, Harry had been happy that she had agreed, but now, laying in his bed with his laptop, he felt an unmistakable feeling out doubt form in the pit of his stomach.