It took everything within Draco to not pull Harry right back, the absence of him feeling harder than he had ever thought it would. He credited most of it to the amount of wine that he had already been drinking, but he was also painfully aware of just how much of it was just Harry.<br/>He attempted to shake himself, momentarily considering if he should tie his hair up, but he didn’t have a mirror around to do it properly and his wand was secured by his thigh, so he decided to let it be. Instead, he just moved it all to fall down over his right shoulder instead, more of a nervous gesture than anything else.<br/>It was only now hitting him that he had just said yes to have drinks together with Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour, Weasley?, and now that seemed far too bold of him, though he had no way of saying no or leaving now.