Crossing his arms, Buchannan leaned slightly towards Draco in a manner that made him look younger, a little smile playing at the corner of his mouth.<br/>“Every now and then, Head Auror Robards likes to invite his most special boys for a drink,” he elaborated with feigned reverence, although the way he spoke to include Draco on the tease was full of camaraderie, clearly claiming him as one of his.<br/>It had Harry choke out a humoured laugh, less affronted by the tease as he was entertained by the fact that, several hours later, Harry had already told Draco the very same thing. Even something as small as that had a thrill running down Harry’s spine, drunk on the fact that they existed to each other beyond the bounds of the pub.<br/>Using Buchannan’s inclusion of Draco in the conversation, Harry felt it perfectly permitted to look at him too, his grin wide and humoured, a glimmer of a joke shared between just the two of them.<br/>“We are all terribly jealous,” Buchannan punctuated, glancing back at Harry with a friendly tease in his smile. “I hear he serves up the good stuff.”