Draco walked into Hermione's flat, the Chinese food which she had requested in hand, expecting to see her waiting for their usual lunch. Instead of his girlfriend,—
"Potter?" He asked indignantly. "What are you doing here?"
The Boy-Who-Probably-Barged-In was sitting as cosy as he could be, watching some muggle sports, a bottle of wine on the table. He silenced the contraption and stared at Draco suspiciously. "Malfoy? I thought Hermione said she was going to be running late and told me to let myself in."
Draco rolled his eyes. His witch had the subtlety of a mountain troll. He turned around to leave but a click from the closed door heightened his suspicions. He strode to the door and attempted to tug it open but it was locked from the outside.
"A variation of the locking spell, for half an hour. Potter, unlock the door. Granger told me to leave my wand." He said shortly.
The Chosen Git gaped at him like a fish. "Hermione told me that too!" He exclaimed. "She's Parent Trapped us! But in an enemies way," he added as an afterthought.
Though he didn't know whatever the fuck that meant, it probably was some inane muggle phrase relevant to their situation and rolled his eyes. "Evidently, Potter." He drawled.
He set the bag down on the coffee table and sat on the couch, as far away from his nemesis as possible.
Potter gaped at the Chinese, too. "Is that—" then rattled off the same name the shop owner had said which he couldn't be bothered to try to understand. "That's my favourite!" He cocked his head and pushed the bottle of wine near Draco "Is this your favourite wine or something?" He attempted to gaze coyly at Draco, but to him, it looked like a creepy squint.
Draco begrudgingly picked up the bottle and examined it.
"Chardonnay, 1994? That's!—" He cleared his throat. "I know that wine," he said blandly.
Draco glanced at the clock. Only ten minutes had passed. What on Earth was he supposed to do with the next twenty?