“Oh, I absolutely hate it here,” Draco stated, his voice soft enough that only Harry would be able to hear. He had always hated events like these, feeling like he was on display and was supposed to act a certain way. It was all like he was in a play, but no one had given him a script and he was supposed to just figure things out as he went, but would also be punished for going off script.<br/>It was exhausting.<br/>“Lucky for me, I get to drink, I have no idea how you are doing it without,” he added with a soft shrug, taking a sip from his wine as if to emphasise his point.<br/>It was nice that they got to have a break from wandering eyes though, just them taking a moment to calm down and find each other again. It was an act, Draco knew it was an act, yet Harry was still his biggest source of comfort tonight and he was glad that he had him with him.