Feeling like it had served its purpose, Harry shrugged the waistcoat off, draping it over the chair he had just left. The lull of the wine properly hit Harry as he stood, his movements lazier than his conversation had been, and while Fleur and Viktor were great fun, they weren’t Harry’s preferred company as of late.<br/>He realized that was probably evident as he circled the table the odd way around, if only to diminish the distance to Draco rather than expand it.<br/>“Stay for drinks,” he urged, coming to a stop before Draco; although no longer rooted in their conversation, Harry couldn’t get himself to throw Draco out, either.