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Potter,

don’t be daft.

We had too much to drink.

It doesn’t mean anything.

DM

Okay.

Can I come by today?

Draco looked at the letter, feeling torn. Of course he wanted Potter to come by, but a part of him was still rattled by the events of the night before. The need for some space was growing bigger. But from the looks of it, Potter had no intention of giving him space. It was the most endearing and dreadful thing ever. Draco couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t think about anything else but Potter already. He needed some time to think. But…not seeing Potter was making his heart ache.

How about tomorrow?

It took Potter no time to send his answer.

Alright.

No take backs!

Draco snorted. Sometimes, Potter acted like an easily excitable puppy. It was kind of cute.

Just as he was about to go downstairs to have some breakfast, another owl landed on his desk.

“Okay, now you’re overdoing it,” Draco muttered, untying the letter from the owl’s foot. He unfolded it and frowned. This wasn’t Potter’s handwriting…

Dear Draco,

I just ran into Stacey again.

There’s something I’d like to discuss with you.

Let me know when you’re free to meet.