I am incredebly sorry it took so long to update!

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Chapter 5

I am almost surprised to hear from you. It took you long enough! I was already given up hope ;)

Anyways, dinner tomorrow? Seven o'clock at my place

Harry

PS. You should learn to sing your notes, people might get confused even though you have pretty unique style

Draco stared at the note he had found earlier this morning. It had been folded on top of his newspaper in the hallway when he woke up. Someone had just dropped it through his door. And not any someone. Harry bloody Potter. Draco wasn't happy or amused. He had almost been hoping that Potter would never ever get his note.

But as it turned out he had. Apparently only answering wasn't enough for Potter. He had made fun of Draco. "Almost given up hope" Draco snorted. Somehow Potter always managed to irritate him, even when he didn't even try. Unique style. What on earth did Potter mean by that. He was pretty sure his writing style was just like anyone else's.

Draco tried to wrap his head around it. Potter wanted to have dinner with him. At Potter's place. Why on earth did Potter even assume Draco knew where he lived. There was no address. And was it supposed to be like a date or more like a dinner with old friend. They had never been friends so that would be out of the question. And Draco would never go on on a date with Potter. Ever. Well he would probably, but not like this. Not when it was all way too mysterious and weird. He wanted a proper date.

The more he stared at the small piece of the paper the more annoyed he got. Finally Draco crumbled the note and threw it in the same box with all those old numbers and names. He would not meet Potter. Nor any other guy. He would have a date and guy free year, or maybe two. He could get another cat and turn into one of those crazy middle aged cat loving people. He took the box and threw the content into the bin. Draco was pissed with Potter and pissed with the universe.

About thirty minutes later Draco was frantically going through his rubbish and trying to find the right note. It was harder than he had imagined it would be. Turned out he had saved way too many pieces of paper over the years. But he didn't really care for those notes. He wanted to find the one Potter had sent. He found Potter's letter and he carefully opened it up.

He took both of Harry's notes and threw them into the now empty box. Two tiny pieces of paper looked little bit lost in the big empty box but Draco was happy. He didn't really want to get rid of his box of notes. And he could always fill it up again. He would start now. He could worry about the damn dinner tomorrow when it came to that.

Draco spend most of his day on the sofa with his cat. It was surprising how much he had started to enjoy the company of the cat. All his clothes and furniture were covered in cat hair but he didn't even care. It made him chuckle when he was thinking about his mom and the shock she would get if she saw it all. He ended up eating cereals out of a box as he had nothing else and he was too lazy to go shopping. Draco decided that he would go shopping tomorrow. If there was something he hated it was grocery shopping.

He purposefully avoided thinking about Harry and the dinner all day, which he managed pretty well until the evening. During the day tv and Scarhead managed to keep him about thinking anything but when he was rolling around in his bed it wasn't so easy. All he could think about was the next day and Potter and what would happen. He felt like he was a teenage girl and groaned to the realization.

By half past six on the next day Draco was a nervous wreck. He didn't have much of an idea of what had happened during the day. He had gone to work the same morning but been so incredibly absent minded that his boss had sent him home.

Draco had hoped that his work would have provided some kind of distraction but it obviously didn't work. He had opened the book store almost an hour late when the first customers were knocking at the door, placed all the new cooking books in the gardening section and made tea without the tea bags. All he was able to think was the dinner. He was more nervous about having dinner with Potter than actually the fact that he didn't even know where Potter lived. Sleeping with Potter had been easy piece of cake compared to this. Back then he didn't know who it was.

By lunch his boss had told that he acted weird and asked if he was sick. All Draco had said was that he hadn't slept well. Which was true enough. She had looked at him bit weird and told him to go home. And have a long sleep.

On the way home he had popped in a tesco and picked up some food stuff as he had none at home. He didn't pay attention to what he had picked up in the store and when he started unpacking at home there was the weirdest things in his back. He had bought pile of chocolate bars, a radish, some cat food, noodles, one potato, toilet freshener, decaf coffee and tuna. Draco hated radishes and didn't really like coffee either. He tried to feed the radish to Scarhead but even the cat decided that it wasn't eatable.

He had showered and changed his clothes three times and was now wearing tight black jeans and a pale blue button up. He still wasn't sure if he was happy with his outfit but going to his bedroom and taking all his clothes out of the closet would probably take too much time.

Draco knew it didn't make any sense to get all ready and nervous because he wasn't going. He didn't know where Potter lived. For a while he paced around his living room but by the time it reached seven o'clock Draco sat down on the sofa, but made sure he didn't get any cat hair on his clothes. He pressed his face on his palms and let out soft sigh.

He felt like an idiot. But what was he supposed to do. Go around knocking on every door in Edinburgh, or in Britain to find Harry. He had gotten so carried away with the idea of Potter that he had totally forgotten he had no idea where to go.

Half hour later Draco gave up hoping that something would happen. He went to his bedroom, took off his nice clothes and changed into a old t-shirt and a pair of college pants. He took the confusing looking cat to his lap and sat down on the sofa. He swore he would never do this again.

Ten minutes later his doorbell rang.

When Draco opened the door he saw incredibly annoyed looking Harry Potter.