"Really?" Harry asked, surprised. He had no idea that Malfoy had been expecting it. And given that Malfoy had said yes to going out with Harry, then why didn't he just ask Harry? What was he waiting for?
"I shouldn't have said anything," Malfoy said and Harry thought he looked like he was staring to back away.
"No. Please." Harry grabbed Malfoy's arm and tugged him close. "I just...what did you mean by it?"
"Well, maybe I'd misunderstood, although I'm not really sure how... Anyway, you were drunk and I shouldn't have taken you seriously--"
"Is this about the Ministry Ball from a couple of years ago?" Harry asked and Malfoy nodded reluctantly. "Shite. I knew that night was going to come bite me on the arse...Sorry. What did I say?"
Malfoy threw his head back and laughed. He genuine laughed in a way Harry wasn't used to. It took him by surprise. "You mean you don't remember that your favourite colour is grey. Grey like my eyes. Because they're just so...grey. Like the way the sky gets right before it starts to pour. Most people don't like that, but you do, and that's the kind of grey...you love?"
Harry groaned and his insides hurt with embarrassment. "If there wasn't actual proof that I can be quite the bumbling idiot when I'm drunk...I would argue that you weren't quoting me. But I just know you are...I'm so sorry."
"Why? For confessing that you liked me?"
"For being an arse. And flirting with you, and then not following through with it. I really should have owlled you the next day apologising and maybe..."
"It's quite all right," Malfoy said and he twisted his arm trying to get out of Harry's grip when Harry realised that he was still holding onto Malfoy. "Like I said, I shouldn't have--"
"No. I should have asked you the next day. I don't know. I really thought that you probably think I was crazy and would never want anything to do with me. I didn't want to make it weird for us to work together." Harry let go of Malfoy's arm and instantly missed the feel of it. He wanted to reach out again.
Malfoy nodded and straightened up. "I understand."
"I do love grey you know," Harry said, hoping to lighten up the conversation. "Like your eyes."
Draco smiled genuinely and he shook his head. "You're a mess, Potter."
"What are your plans for tonight?" Harry found himself asking. "I mean, I don't want to change our plans. I still want to see you on Friday, like we'd originally planned but I was just curious. Sorry, I ramble when I'm nervous." Shut. Up. Harry.
"I'll be seeing Teddy tonight. We spend most Wednesday evenings together," Malfoy said and Harry nodded. Of course, he knew that. Teddy loved talking about his Wednesday nights with Draco.
"Anything special planned?"
"Aunt Andromeda wants us to bake cookies and make minced pies the Muggle way so that should be...disastrous."
"It's not so bad. After a first few batches and such. Teddy likes to help."
"That he does," Malfoy said. "Anyway, I should be off, and you mustn't keep Weasley waiting alone in pastry shop.." He paused to look at Harry but didn't move away.
"Right. Of course," Harry said, turning to look at the shop across the street. "So, I'll see you Friday?" he asked when he looked at Draco again. Now their faces were mere inches away and Harry wondered if Malfoy would care if he kissed him right then and there.