"How kind of you to be so thoughtful, cos," Draco murmured as he watched Blaise drink. He told himself it was the wine itself and not the way Blaise drank it that had his pulse quickening. And when he brought his glass to his lips to taste as his cousin suggested, he could believe it.
Grey eyes darkened in appreciation as the wine first touched his tongue, then slipped shut completely as he let the full-bodied liquid stay cradled in his mouth for a long moment before swallowing. The very tip of his tongue snuck out to catch any remnants lingering on his bottom lip, and Draco sighed. Merlin, it had been far too long since he'd had a decent wine if just tasting this one had him nearly moaning in pleasure. But then again, maybe it wasn't too much of an overreaction considering the Domaine De La Romanee-conti Echezeaux was the king of wines.
"You certainly know how to treat a guest, Zabini," Draco said finally, opening his eyes.