Harry but his bottom lip, visibly having to hold his tongue not to instinctively counter Draco's proposal. The mere fact that Draco had suggested they have a drink sent Harry's mind racing at a thousand miles an hour, unable to decipher what he should read into that. Despite it all, a smile shone through the grimace.<br/>Straightening his posture slightly, Harry had seemed to have come to terms with it.<br/>"Which was your order?" he asked casually, but completely transparently. The grin had left his lips but it remained in his eyes. "Moscow mule or the apple martini?"