Harry instictively looked at the pictures, just to find the people in them to be as stationary as ever. In a delayed reaction, a crooked grin appeared on his lips, and he couldn't help but look down. "Yea, they're - um - they're all Muggle pictures," he said with an inevitable grin audible in his voice.<br/>With the bottle and corkscrew in hand, Harry circled the kitchen peninsula, only to stop again at the dining table a couple of feet closer to Draco. As Harry started to screw the corkscrew into the cork, his eyes moved from Draco to once again look at the framed pictures around the room. "Luna has taken most of them," he said absent-mindedly, as he continued to turn his wrist. "Several Muggles have visited over the last few years, it just seemed easier."<br/>Harry's eyes eventually found Draco again, a soft smile on his lips as he gripped the bottle a little differently. Lowering it a bit below table height, he pulled out the cork without much struggle. The cork still on the corkscrew was in change left behind on the table, as Harry took the wineglasses already on the table in his free hand, to instead walk the last few feet toward Draco. Harry handed him an empty wine glass, and as the eye contact combined with the silence became too much, he glanced sideways at a picture. "It's nice though; a bit calmer," he added, as he once again met Draco's eyes.