Draco felt like a girl in one of those horrible romance books. The pitch of Potters voice, the way he stared, all of it combined with the fuzzy warmth of the alcohol left him slightly reeling. He blinked once, twice, baffled because this was absolutely not what he'd expected Potter to say ever and his upstairs brain had decided to completely stop functioning.
"I knew you were staring." He meant to sound sultry, but ended up sounding breathless instead. "Always lurking around corners." He closed the gap between them, letting a slow smile curl across his face. "Did you like anything you saw?"