I'm really sorry about the slow update. I hope I made the wait worth it. I'm sorry about the long scene with Harry and Teddy. I can just picture Harry being a great father figure and Teddy is especially adorable young. This is an extra long chapter. I hope you guys enjoy. Please read and review!Again I own nothing sadly.
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Draco lead Harry to the outskirts of Hogsmeade close to muggle London. There were plenty of places to eat in Hogsmeade such as The Three Broomsticks, Honeydukes, Madame Puddifoots, and Hog's Head. Draco did not like to go to those places if he could help it. He often recieved, glares, loud comments, or even the occasional hex from fellow wizards that still held a grudge against him for being an ex-death eater. The pub that Draco lead Harry to was down the road from the book store they had been to the other day.
Harry looked at the name of the place and its exterior. It was called "Crossroads." The inside was warm and decorated with both literal crossroad pictures and metaphorical qoutes. Draco sat in a booth in the corner of the pub. It was not very crowded and a waiter came over quickly to offer them drinks. Draco ordered a bubbly blue liquid that seemed to sizzle at the top. Harry eyed it.
"What are you drinking, Malfoy?" he asked while raising his eyebrows in suspicion. Draco just smirked.
"It's a special order. You want to try?" he asked. Harry looked at him questioning. Malfoy was offering him a drink that he had no idea what was in it. Harry took the glass hesitantly. He turned it so he would not drink from the same side as Malfoy had. At first it assaulted his tongue with bitterness and fizzling, but then it was smooth and tasted fruity. He felt his head start to buzz. It most be strong, he thought. He handed the glass back to Malfoy. "Well?" he prompted. Harry was not about to tell him that it was good.
"It was okay, but I will stick to my spiked butterbeer, thank you." Harry then took a swig from his own glass. Since when had he started to share drinks with Malfoy? That thought made Teddy's question pop back into his mind, "Why do you call him Malfoy?"
"I bet the famous Savior Potter can't hold his liquor and that is why you are drinking butterbeer," Draco said with a smirk.
"I can too, did I not say my drink is spiked?" Harry retorted. They had not bickered like this in ages. It made Harry's adrenaline rush. Malfoy raised a much too knowing brow. What did he know about me? Harry thought. The waiter came back and took their orders. Harry ordered a simliar drink to Malfoy's, to acompany his meal. He would need the alcohol if he was going to ask Malfoy the questions he was thinking about.
"So... you are going to teach Teddy to speak Parseltongue? How does one teach that?" Draco asked after an awkward pause.
"I hadn't really thought about that, but I know Teddy really wants to know so I will do my best," Harry responded honestly. Malfoy nodded along. He found it disgustingly cute when Harry was with Teddy. "Did everything with the minister work out?" Potter asked. Draco blinked. He did not often talk about work outside of work, but he was out with Potter just as colleagues.
"Yes. It went just fine. What about that case your were working on?" asked Malfoy.
"Oh it's closed now, Ron finished the paperwork I needed and we'll be starting a new case this week. This one will hopefully require traveling. I feel like I have been in that stuffy office for too long." Harry replied happily. He was always happy to talk about successful cases. Malfoy could tell Potter was proud. He had unconciously sat up straighter and puffed out his chest a little. Harry took a breath and swig from his drink. He had a question that he was unsure if Malfoy would want to answer. "So... We are adults now and the war is over and we even work in the same building," Malfoy raised a surprised brow in curiousity of where this was going, "Why is it we still call each other by our last names? I mean surely you arn't still holding onto our childhood rivalry." Harry concluded. He watched Malfoy's face show his surprise and confusion by the question. The waiter came over and gave them their food. Harry slowly started to eat his. He continued to watch Malfoy's expressions change as his wheels turned.
Draco started to eat. They sat in silence while Draco pondered Harry's question. He had never given their name calling a second thought. It was just what they did. He could not explain it. He guessed it all started the day Potter had refused his hand in their first year. Potter was right though. They were adults, the war was over, and they worked at the same place. Why did they continue using last names instead of first names. If Potter called him Draco, he thought it would seem intimate. It would mean they did not hate each other and were more than just colleagues with a bad past. Instead of answering his question Draco replied with his own.
"Do you not like using our last names Potter?" he asked. Harry looked at him confused.
"I don't know, we've never used our first names to compare it," he said honestly. The only time he could think of when he had used Malfoy's first name was after he had hit him with sectem sempra in the guys loo at Hogwarts. By all means that was not out of joy. He had tried to mend the wounds, but could not, he had sat there and told Malfoy to stay alive, to stay with him. He only fled when Snape came and took over the repairing. Harry had wondered if it had left scars. He thought it had, but had always thought it was a rude question to ask especially because he would have been the one who caused them.
"Oi Potter," Malfoy snapped his fingers in Harry's face. "You kind of... drifted. Have another swig of my drink." Malfoy held the glass out. Harry took it and drank.
"Sorry," he mumbled. Harry held his arm out to return Malfoy's glass.
"No you finish it," Malfoy pushed the glass back gently. The two men's hands grazed each others. Potter blamed the tingling on the drink he just took a swig of. It had nothing to do with Malfoys soft, strong, and long fingered hands. Harry took another swig of the drink. He finished it as he threw it back like a shot glass.
Draco started to eat his chips to distract himself from the warmth in his fingers that had brushed Potters rough, tanned ones.
"I'll buy you another one," Potter offered. He really wanted to to talk about anything besides the flush in his cheeks for no reason or the fact that Malfoy looked adorable eating his chips.
"No, It's fine. I would like to return to work somber." Harry frowned at his response.
"Work? Why are you going back? Can't your secretary take care of anything that's left?" Harry asked. He just wanted to spend the rest of the day with Malfoy whether they were bickering or being civil. Malfoy was a different kind of company than Harry's friends. Malfoy teased him more, smirked, was fast to make a quip, and did not treat Harry as if he was some savior. If anything he challenged him whether it was in quidditch, attire, or conversation.
"Oh I could, but I know Sally would want to know everything about my lunch. She has a thing for you even though she's married. Though I never told you. She always calls you "green eyes."" Draco thought about it. It might be better to not go back so Sally would not haress him about his lunch out with Potter as colleagues. Harry smirked.
"Women can't help falling for me. I am the "chosen one." Some even say my eyes are dreamy." Harry puffed out his chest with fake bravado.
"Sod off, Potter" Malfoy took Potter's unfinished butterbeer and took a swig. Potter had lied about it being spiked. Draco smirked.
"What's so funny Malfoy?" Potter asked as Malfoy's eyebrows raised to meet his challenging look.
"Oh just...," he was cut off by the waiter bringing the check. He wrote something on the receipt and leaned over to whisper not so quietly that if it did not work out between Potter and "the fella" that the waiter was available. Malfoy's smirk fell off his face. It seemed everywhere Potter went he had an admirer. "It seems men also think your eyes are dreamy not just Sally," Draco said grudgedly. Draco took the check from Potter and paid. He had been the one to ask Potter if he wanted lunch.
"And what do you think Malfoy? Are my eyes that dreamy?" Harry asked. He propped his chin onto his hands and tilted his head while gazing at Malfoy dramatically. Malfoy blushed despite his will not to. It had had really been his words not Sally's that Potter had dreamy eyes.
"I.. well.. think you should get over yourself. You have a fan club everywhere you go. You do not need or want my opinion on your appearence," Malfoy spluttered. He took a sip of butterbeer.
"Oh, but I must know. How do you think I look?" Harry opened is arms in grand gesture. He put on fake confidence, because on the inside he was actually nervous and worried about Malfoy's response. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Just because you are the boy who lived twice does not mean you know how to dress yourself. Honestly Potter your hair looks like it hasn't seen a comb or hair product in years, your robes are completely mismatched, and your glasses are crooked. You could not do worse if you tried," Malfoy retorted. Harry smiled at Malfoy's response. This only made Draco confused. "Why are you smiling Potter? I just told you how awful you look." Malfoy crossed his arms and glared at Potter. He looked rather childish.
The waiter came back and frowned at the written response under his number. He cleared the table and wished the two men a good rest of the day. Harry and Draco stood and made their way to the door. Once outside Malfoy turned and asked Potter, "Did you turn him down like you did the waitress?" Potter's face blushed.
"He wasn't my type, I let him down gentle at least. I am not really interested in dating right now," Potter sighed. Draco looked perplexed.
"You turned down red, the waitress, and the male brunette. Do you actually have a type or is that your go to excuse?" Malfoy asked. Potter sighed again, it must be the alcohol getting to him.
"If you really must know," he paused to gage Malfoy's interest, "I am more into blondes," Harry held his breath. There it was, shock hit Malfoy's face hard. It was almost as if he had heard Potter say he was gay. No Potter could not be gay, if he was the papers would have been all over it by now, Malfoy thought.
"I should get back to work, Sally will be waiting," Malfoy said. He had no interest in leaving Potter after such an interesting admission. Potter kept his face nuetral, but he felt like he had been hit in the gut. He had told Malfoy he liked blondes and emmidiantly after Malfoy had made an excuse to leave.
"Thank you for lunch," Potter said. He did at least have manners.
"Don't mention it.." Malfoy replied. Harry tried to think quickly. Even with the alcohol, he still had not asked the important question. "Well, I geuss I'll be off, Potter," even after he said that Draco did not make a move to leave. There was an awkward pause. Finally, Draco started to turn around.
"Wait Malfoy," Harry said. Malfoy turned back around to look at Potter.
"Yes..." Draco prompted Potter to continue.
"Well..erm..this weekend at the Burrow is Sunday dinner and well.. a bunch of us will meet, eat and play games afterwards and... I was just wondering if you'd like to to come with me," Harry rumbled. Malfoy stared at him and tried to keep a neutral face. "As colleagues of course, just two people working to put the past in the past, what do you say?" Harry asked. Malfoy paused. He wanted to say yes that he would go anywhere with Potter at the moment, but he had not wanted to seem eager. He also knew that the Burrow was the mama nest for all of the Weasels. Harry rocked on his heals while he waited for a response.
"I'll think about it," Malfoy responded. It was not a let down, but also not enough to excite Potter either.
"Alright," Potter nodded with a stupid happy grin threatening to take over his face. Malfoy had not told him no, that meant that there was hope he could find a date... oh wait, he did not want to date Malfoy and Malfoy certainly did not want to date him. Plus, if Malfoy said yes they would go as colleagues, not boyfriends. "You best go tell Sally "Green Eyes" likes blondes," Harry half said half chuckled. Malfoy tried not to but he got a rush of heat by the thought of Potter liking blonde girls not him, anyway. That thought made him blush deeper leading to the thought that maybe Potter was gay and had been hinting at him. Maybe Potter had somehoe managed to keep it from the papers, Draco thought.
"Yah, she will be thrilled. I'll have her husband in my office tommorrow, not knowing what he did wrong, with divorce papers in his hand," Malfoy chuckled. That made Harry smile. He had not heard Malfoy laugh in so long. It was a nice sound. "See you tommorrow Potter." Malfoy turned and started to walk away. He found Potter walking beside him. "Are you going to stalk me back to my office?" he asked. He was secretly happy that they had not parted yet. Even though Potter had seen him at his worst and the fact that they had been rivals, Potter still did not treat him like the other wizards did.
"I have never stalked you Malfoy. You must be imagining things again," Potter retorted. Draco smirked and nearly burst into laughter.
"You are such a faker. You stalked me since day one at Hogwarts. You followed me everywhere. Honestly you were like a lost puppy. You always came looking for me."
"I am not a faker and I most certainly never stalked you. I ocassionally tried to figure out what scheme you were up to, but that was it. I was not a lost puppy," Potter stated matter of factly.
"Really? That's your best come back. Honestly Potter you were so desperate to see me you took Polyjuice Potion to lounge with me in the Slytherin Common Room. Or how about that fact that you followed me into the men's loo?" Malfoy countered.
"Again I was just seeing what you were up to, and second I only followed you because you did not look good, then I heard sobs. I would have done that for anyone," Potter rolled his eyes.
"You would have killed anyone?" Malfoy asked in a serious tone. The two stopped walking. Malfoy's face looked like stone but his eyes showed hurt. Potter reached for Malfoy's arm, but he jerked away.
"Malfoy, I'm sorry. I didn't know what the spell did. I know that is no excuse. I never intended to hurt you like I did. I so sorry. I will always have guilt and never expect you to forgive me. " Potter tried to make eye contact with Malfoy to prove his sincerity, but Malfoy stared at the ground. They stood in silence. Malfoy could not bring himself to look at Potter. He wanted to forgive him, but he still had scars and it was hard to just let go of things from the past. After a length of silence Harry spoke again. "I am sorry Malfoy. I'll let you go back to work. I will just go pick up Teddy from Luna's." Malfoy looked up at Potter. He did seem genuine and just as somber. Hadry started to turn. Draco took his arm.
"Thanks having lunch with me," Malfoy mumbled quietly. "I'll have to think about Sunday." Harry nodded.
"I'll see you tommorrow Malfoy."
"See you around Potter," Malfoy turned and walked down the block. It was not as nice walking alone. It had given him a warmth when Potter walked beside him.
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Malfoy apperated to his office. As he had expected Sally was waiting for him.
"Nice to see you finally came back, I was beginning to think you and Green Eyes went to Vegas to elope." Sally tapped her fingers on his desk. She clearly was in a hurry to hear all the details.
"Sorry what?" Malfoy was not sure what a Vegas was.
"Oh come on. Out with it. How was lunch with him?" Sally said impatiently.
"Sorry, did I say I went to lunch with Potter?" Malfoy took off his coat and sat behind his desk.
"No you didn't, but I know you did have lunch with him. So... did anything happen?Did you learn any juicy secrets?" she asked.
"Salazar slow down. Fine. Yes we went to lunch. Don't raise your eyebrows, we went out as colleagues and only as colleagues. Nothing interesting happened. We had some drinks and just talked. Apparently, he likes blondes. Woohoo, that gives you more of a reason to drool over him." Malfoy hesitated to tell her the last part. Sally looked like she might explode from anticipation. "He finally apologized for the... you know.." Sally nodded with understanding, "he also... may have.. kind of invitedmetogothe burrowwithhim," Malfoy slurred the last part together in a rush. Sally gave a girlish squeal. How very unprofessional, Malfoy thought.
"Oh this is great! He likes blondes. Your blonde. He is trying to make up for the past. And to top it all he has invited you to an event with all his friends. Which is accepting a new relationship not revolved around you two hexing each other. Did you tell him you would go?" Sally was bubbly with joy.
"He probably likes female blondes, and I told him I would have to think about it. I was not about to emmidiently agree to going to the weasels den." Draco scoffed. Sally rolled her eyes.
"You should have just said yes. They cannot possible say something to you that you haven't already heard. Plus if Green Eyes invited you, you will have at least a little protection. I do not think that Dreamy Eyes would let anyone hurt you." Sally said exasperated.
"Stop calling him Green Eyes. He has a name. Don't you have work to do besides pestering me about my personal life?" Draco snapped.
"No not at the moment I don't. You have not been this happy in a while and maybe a love life is what you need. I also will continue calling him Dreamy Eyes whether you like it or not." Sally twirled her hair between her fingers.
"I don't have nor do I want a love life. Go make some copies of papers for me or something. I have work to do," Draco shooed her towards the door. Sally begrudgingly took her que.
"If you don't make a move on Dreamy Eyes, than I will," Sally said with a smirk. Draco rolled his eyes.
"You're still married," he sighed. Sally pressed a finger to her lips before she slid out the door. Draco brushed a hand through his hair. He did not really have much work. He retrieved a blank parchment and began to write.
Dear Luna,
I have been happy to receive your letters and hear of your good news. I saw Teddy and he was thrilled to be visiting you. I hope that whatever Neville chooses for his profession he does well. My week has been...interesting. Potter has come to my office a few times because your owl made the mistake to take your letters to Potter instead of me. I hope he is not ill. Due to your owls mistake I have spent some time with Potter. It was surprisingly pleasent. We both have seemed to have mostly... grown out of our childhood rivalry. Though I know I am better at Potions then him and can beat him in Quidditch any day. He asked me if I would want to join him at the Burrow this Sunday. As colleagues of course. That is all we are. I told him I would have to think about it. Can you believe that? He must be mad inviting me to the Burrow. I doubt I will go especially if you are not there to help protect me from Weasel.
My best wishes,
Draco L. Malfoy
Draco sent the letter and started at the little work he had.
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Luna smiled as an owl tapped on her kitchen window. She read the letter Draco had sent her. Her smile only widened. She was now certain that Draco liked Harry. Malfoy did not realize how obvious it was even in his writing. She wrote him a reply.
Dear friend,
I'm glad that you and Harry have gotten along. I am sorry my owl got confused, I hope it did not inconvenient you. Teddy told me about your meeting and how you got him more hot cocoa. Thank you, it made him so happy. Neville and I are still discussing our options, but I know he would be happy to have your support on his decision. He considers you as much a friend of his as I consider you mine. I do not think Harry is mad. It would do him some good explanding his friend circle. The same goes for you. Neville and I will both be going Sunday and would be happy to see you there. You do not need to worry about Ron, he is more bark then bite.
With love,
your friend Luna
Luna sent the owl back to Draco directly. When she turned back from the window she heard a knock on the door. Harry walked in smiling. Teddy ran from the living area to hug him.
"Hello Harry. How was your day?" Luna asked in her airy voice. She glided over to Harry to give him a hug as well.
"It was great Luna," Harry turned his attention to Teddy, "Aunt Luna and I are going to talk in the kitchen. Can you please get your things ready? I have a surprise waiting at home." Teddy nodded enthused. He left the room to gather up some of his toys into his small bookbag. Harry and Luna walked into the kitchen. Luna already had tea and blueberry scones set. "Ron and I closed a case sucessfully and are starting a new one. A strange thing has happened this week though. An owl has got its directions mixed up. I've been getting letters meant for Malfoy in my mail. Of course, I have returned them but is that not odd?" Harry asked. Luna contained a smile and only gave a small nodd.
"It must be the nargles mating again. They cause senesational mishap," Luna took a sip of her tea. Harry ignored her response. He was used to her crazy answers.
"I might have invited him to come Sunday. As colleagues of course. He said he would have to think about it," Harry used his hands to make quotes.
"Don't you worry Harry. I'm sure Draco will come," Luna soothed. Harry's forhead creased in scepticism. Teddy came skipping into the kitchen.
"Draco is coming to what?" he asked bewildered.
"Draco will probably join us Sunday for dinner. Doesn't that sound fun Teddy?" Luna replied. Harry shot her a look for giving Teddy false hopes. Luna chose to ignore it.
"You ready kiddo?" Harry asked. Teddy nodded.
"Thank you for watching him Luna." Harry gave her another hug. He then watched Teddy squeeze her leg tightly.
"Thank you Auntie Luna," he grinned up at her.
"It is always my pleasure," Luna responded to both boys.
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Harry held Teddy's hand and walked them to Harry's place. Once home, Harry helped Teddy feed his pets before he started to work on dinner. Harry called for Teddy once the table was set. Teddy came running in and began to eat.
"Can we talk to Virgil after dinner?" Teddy asked practically jumping in his seat.
"Okay, but you have to finish your peas first and take a bath. Understood?" Harry said in a stern tone. Teddy nodded along.
"How come you haven't finished your peas?" Teddy's hair turned orange. Harry had learned to tell some of Teddy's emotions by his hair colour.
"Well, I am just not as hungry as usual. I ate a late lunch with Draco today, but I too have to eat my peas." Harry took a big bite of peas and said yum.
"So you and Draco are friends now and he'll come with us Sunday!" Teddy's smile took up most of his face. Harry did not want to rain on his parade. He certainly did not think Malfoy and him were friends, they just were colleagues with complicated pasts. He also had not been given a yes as an answer to going to the Burrow on Sunday.
"Something like that," Harry explained. He took Teddy's empty plate to the sink. He then went to the bathroom and started up the bath. He gathered Teddy's pajamas, bath toys, and a towel. He used a warming spell to keep the bath water from getting cold.
"Can Bubbles take a bath with me?" Teddy held up a small fish bowel with a South American oriental fish.
"We have been over this Teddy. The soap would hurt Bubbles. We can put him on the sink so he can still swim along with you." Harry took the bowl and placed it on the sink. Teddy looked sad until he saw the toys Harry had already put in the bath for him. He would have jumped in right then and there. Harry stopped him. "Teddy you still have your shoes on." Teddy looked down at his feet. His hair turned a dark green. Harry knelt down and helped Teddy undress. Once Teddy was happily playing in the bath ocassionally washing his arms Harry returned to the kitchen. He finished cleaning with a few spells. He brought Virgil's tank out into the living room where He and Teddy could sit on the carpet.
Harry checked on Teddy. So while Teddy made giant and squid figurines chase each other Harry washed Teddy's hair. He used the gentlest Shampoo he could find. Tonks had never happened to tell Harry how she took care of her hair.
"Can you give me a mane like bubbles?" Teddy asked. He had forgotten about the giant and squid and was now having a centour save a mermaid from the ogre. Harry tried to style Teddy's hair to match the fishes head. He held up a mirror for Teddy to approve. His hair was red with the same vibrance as the fishes scales. Teddy smiled. "Can you make it look like Draco's?" Harry was puzzled by Teddy's request. Draco always had a gelled hair style. While Harry then tried to recreate what he thought Malfoy's hair often looked like Teddy made all of the figurines play an epic game of Quidditch. Unconsciously Teddy's hair turned blonde. Harry held up a mirror again. With the lighting Teddy's eyes looked gray and with his hair styled the way it was he looked creepily a lot like Malfoy.
"C'mon let's finish cleaning your toes so we can tell Virgil about your day."
...
Harry sat next to Teddy on the carpet rug. Teddy had pulled Virgil out of his tank and was curled up on the carpet.
"Now I am just going to say hi Virgil and ask if he is comfortable." Harry said. Teddy nodded and watched with wide eyes. Harry took a deep breath. He focused his eyes on the snake and only thought about wanting to communicate with him. The sounds came from Harry's mouth with ease. Virgil hissed in response, he said "hello Harry I could use a mouse." "You think you could try and repeat what I said?" Teddy looked at Virgil determined.
"saaahissoo-oaaasii-iheesss" Teddy tried. Virgil looked at Harry expectedly. Harry informed Virgil that Teddy tried to say what he had.
"That was a great first try. Let's just try to say Goodnight Virgil," Harry offered instead. Teddy looked a little disappointed but not deterred. Harry looked at Virgil and again spoke to him in parseltongue.
"Hisaa-ess-isiano" Teddy repeated. He was closer than the last attempt.
"We'll keep working on it okay?" Harry ruffled Teddy's hair. "Now for the surprise..." Harry put Virgil back in his tank and into Teddy's room. Harry covered Teddy's eyes and led him to the kitchen. "You ready?" Teddy nodded against Harry's hand. Harry had stopped in Hogsmeade and picked up an owl, after lunch but before he made it to Luna's. He had waited a good six years after Headwig's death to get another one. He had noticed Teddy staring at the owl on many occasions while they were out shopping. Teddy jumped up in excitement.
"Oh thank you Hawy! Can I name her?" Teddy was already petting the beauty. She was mostly gray with white and brown speckles across her chest and head.
"Of course, what are you thinking?" Harry retrieved an apple and began to cut it for the owl.
"Pebbles. Her name will be Pebbles, do you like that?" he asked the owl. She hooted in contentment. Harry placed the apples in front of Teddy to hand feed the owl. It encouraged bonding between the pet and pet owners. Pebbles took the apple bits gingerly. Harry noticed Teddy beginning to yawn. He placed the rest of the apple slices in the cage and tucked Teddy into bed.
"Goodnight Teddy, sweet dreams." Harry kissed Teddy's forehead.
"Night Hawy thank you for Pebbles," Teddy murmured against his pillow. Soon Teddy was fast asleep and his hair faded to his mothers signature colour. Harry fed Virgil the mouse he had requested. Harry than showered and went to bed as well. He thought about what Friday would bring. He hoped Malfoy would say yes to his offer. He really did not want to have to find a date.
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Malfoy finished the work he had left. He decided to write Blaise and tell him about the most recent events in his life. Blaise was surprisingly quick to respond. Not even an hour later Draco recieved a responding letter from Blaise. It stung a little when he read his friend was expecting a baby and him and his wife had moved. He was genuinely happy for Blaise. It just brought back painful memories of his and Astoria's relationahip, or more lack of. Blaise also had encouraged Draco to go with Harry. That if Draco had been given the chance he should have "already tapped Potter's fine a*." That perv, Draco thought amused as he read over Blaise's letter.
He bid Sally farwell with her muttering something about men and dreamy eyes. Once home Draco had curled up on his couch and read a book related to recent Potion brews. Misty happily lay on his chest while he read. She flicked her tail in annoyance anytime Draco moved the slightest, besides breathing. Draco lost track of time. He woke to Misty batting at his nose. He fed her and had a midnight snack for himself. He showered and headed to bed. He thought about how he could tell Potter that he would agree to go to the Burrow without sounding too eager.