"I don't dislike it," Draco said truthfully. "It's just... Loud. But I have a feeling I'll like it a lot more by the end of the night."
He looked back at the couple's going mad on the dance floor, and tried to picture Harry out there, lost in the music. He stopped quickly though, not wanting to think too much about Harry dancing like that with anyone else. Chances are he'd have his own memories soon, and wouldn't need to imagine anything.
Draco fairly beamed as Harry gave him permission to be handsy. He wouldn't go nuts, not immediately, but he did quickly slip a hand into Harrys back pocket, pressing them closer together. It was both casual and extremely intimate and Draco loved being able to just touch him without any worry.
"Of course I look hot," Draco joked, without a hint of false modesty. "I'm half Black you know, and say what you will about that bloodline but we produce gorgeous children."