The dinner they had just shared had probably been their most leisurely yet, neither of them in any hurry to be anywhere but right there in that moment. The dress robe was less than practical for a sitting picnic like this, but it<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>felt more special to be dressed up.<br/>As Draco put the wine back on the blanket he looked over at Harry again, handing him his glass before taking a hold of his own. He had really enjoyed getting to pick out their second bottle of wine for his birthday, knowing that his father would have a fit if he saw how it was being used.<br/>“Might just be,” Draco stated, taking a hold of his own glass.<br/>“If it adds to the wine for you, then my father would be absolutely livid that I’ve opened it,” he stated with a shrug, knowing how easy it was to share his hatred for his father with Harry.