Blaise smirked slightly at the tone of Draco's voice. "Precisely at seven, but we can go ahead to the dining room now if you wish." Blaise certainly didn't blame Draco if he was eager for dinner. it was only about fifteen minutes until dinner would be served anyway. By the time they reached the dining room, seated themselves and had a drink, it would be ready.
"Mother isn't here tonight so it will be just us," Blaise mentioned, though he thought Draco wouldn't really miss Mrs. Zabini's presence. Blaise however, was pleased that it would only be the two of them. He led Draco to the dining hall, gesturing for him to take a seat. "Why don't we start with some wine?"
There was a bottle of red wine sitting in the table, perfectly at room temperature, as red wines should be. It was a bottle of Domaine De La Romanee-conti Echezeaux, from 1985. The Zabinis had a number of Domaines in the cellar, some of which would not be opened before the turn of the century. It was an incredibly expensive wine, something Blaise knew Draco would appreciate. In fact, he watched his cousin, waiting to see the expression on his face.