By the time they were lounging around in the drawing room, all of them on the verge of a food coma from the sheer volume of Christmas dinner they had eaten, and with a record Harry had bought Draco spinning merrily on the repaired Gramophone, Harry was itching to be alone with Draco again. It appeared that Draco felt much the same, and when Mr Weasley jovially instigated a game of charades, Draco used the ensuring pandemonium to shuffle over to Harry and lean into his space.