A moment later (before Draco had had time to even turn, let alone apparate), Hermione Granger opened the door, and said, "Forgot. I'll tell them tommorrow, it's a little late tonight." Draco had time for a crisp nod of acknowledgement, before she gently shut the door.

He tumbled back to Malfoy Manor, and straight to bed, being tired from a combination of all the different mood swing, and the quantity of alcohol that he had imbibed. Nott would surely rag on him if he ever found out - Draco was lighter than most of his friends, and consequently had a lower alcohol tolerance.

The next morning, Draco Malfoy rose to greet the sun, his bleary eyes staring in mute horror at the sunlight. He had forgotten to close the drapes. He never forgot to close the drapes. Grumpily, he shut the drapes and drifted back to sleep, waking at around ten in the morn. As he sat up, he mentally reviewed the date. That was not how he had expected it to go - pretty much from start to finish. Excitement wasn't normally on his list of things to do on dates, after all. Peaceful, placid, content - and, as always, elegant. Not in a Muggle greasy spoon, never you mind that Theo owns it.

Pulling up quill and ink, he began to revise his plans.

[a/n: I'll write more next time? Leave a review, folks.]