It hadn't gone unnoticed that there was a very familiar face hanging out off to one side. It was a face Draco hadn't seen in at least a year, despite having been away from home for over three, and one that he wasn't necessarily fond of, so much as he was used to.

And also maybe had sort of missed, but they weren't going to discuss that. There wasn't even any sign thus far that this Harry remembered being there before, and that threw all hope of whatever progress they'd made straight out the window.

"That's a horrid line, you know," Draco greeted, sauntering over with two glasses of wine. One was held out to Harry, the blond's expression deadpan rather than inviting or friendly. "I realise you're trying to defer to people, but it makes you simply sound dim."