Draco Malfoy was not a happy, he did not, under any circumstances want to talk to Harry Potter, even more so now that said boy was a werewolf! He had to many close encounters with that monster Greyback, and if he hadn't know for a fact that he could not be infected he would have run for the hills, life-debt or no life-debt. Of course he wouldn't tell Potter that he couldn't get infected, not if he could help it. He intended to make this as horrible for the Golden Boy as it was for him, and he had discovered back in his school das that guilt was the best tool to use against his still-arch-nemesis.
As step one to Draco's Make-Potter-As-Miserable-As-Me Plan, he delayed the fire-calling him till two-o-clock in the morning, to be sure he would wake Potter from a fitful sleep. Like always his plan backfired, he hadn't accounted for the fact that Potter apparently slept in nothing but his boxers, and that his blurry eyed, just rolled out of bed hair looked even cuter when he literally did just roll out of bed. Draco was force to remind himself that Potter was not cute! Damn his brain for even thinking that word in the same paragraph as Potter.
Like normal, when he felt an overwhelming amount of feelings, he hid them between the trademark Malfoy sneer and told Potter off for not answering his call faster. Potter didn't rise to the bait, and Draco really didn't know if that was good or if he was really disappointed. He pushed it to the back of his mind and got back on subject, he did actually have a reason for this call. He sighed and without further ado, said, "Potter, I need you to come see me."
Potter looked a bit god-smacked, totally wide eyed and open jawed. Draco rolled his eyes and tacked on, "The potion is different for each individual, it needs to be keyed into your metabolism. For that I need to actually take some readings off you, and although I loath to be in your presence, I will not risk botching a potion just because of my own preferences."
Potter rubbed at his eyes, causing his glasses to go crooked in a cute way, and Draco had to remind himself that POTTER WAS NOT CUTE! Potter sighed and said in a groggy voice, "'ll right, what time?"
Draco frowned, Potter wasn't supposed to be like this. He wasn't supposed to just agree. He didn't know how Potter was suppose to be, but he knew he shouldn't be like this. Draco snarled, "3 o clock." And ended the call, before he could think about how cute… POTTER WAS NOT CUTE!