Vi mirrors the gesture and introduces their partner as Lou, before returning their attention to Draco and eagerly continuing their story from where they were interrupted. Harry tries to follow along, but the subject is terribly niche and he lacks the frame of reference to place the information Vi is firing at them. He exchanges an understanding look with Lou, who is also listening quietly, before he relents and slides into the booth on Draco's opposite side. The backrest of the booth is too high for him to see over it, and the few parts of the conversation that carry overtop of it are lost on him, because right next to his face, wrapped in crimson velvet, is Draco's arse, followed by a strip of bare thigh before it's interrupted by the edge of her stockings and garters digging into her skin. He trails his eyes over the graceful curve of her back, risks a lingering glance on the bit of exposed skin on her inner thighs, and thinks how terribly tender she must be right there, before following the long line of her legs down to her boots, and back up again. 