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Drinks tonight?

HP

Fuming, Draco scowled at the letter. Five days he hadn’t heard a word from Potter, and now this? The prat couldn’t be serious! Huffing, Draco grabbed his quill and scribbled down his answer.

Can’t tonight.

He tied the parchment to the owl’s foot and watched as it spread its wings and took off. Merely half an hour later, the same owl was sitting on his desk again, hooting cheerfully.

Tomorrow then?

Draco gritted his teeth. That cocky bastard.

I already have plans tomorrow.

After he made sure the owl was on its way, he trudged into the kitchen to make some tea. Even without being physically present, Potter was getting on his nerves. But, honestly, he should have known that wouldn’t be the end of it. Of course the owl came back again .

The whole day?

This was getting ridiculous.

Yes, the whole day.

Grabbing a book, Draco settled down on one of the sofas in the parlour, trying not to think about Potter. More than once, however, he caught himself peeking out the window, for any sign of the owl returning. After an hour, he gave up. He slammed the book shut and started pacing the room. Who did Potter think he was? Did he really think Draco would just answer to his beck and call?

His heart skipped a beat when the owl he had been waiting for glided through the window. He practically wrenched the parchment off the owl’s foot and unfolded it.

Are you playing hard to get?

Draco’s mouth fell open. How dare he! How dare he make the right assumption!

Draco stomped into his study, grabbed his quill and started writing.

That would imply

Don’t get any ideas.