#remix2016

"Mind if I sit for a bit and have a cuppa with you?" "With me…here…" Draco frowned. "Has one of your team been admitted?" He couldn't for the life of him figure out why anyone would willingly drink the sludge they passed off for tea. Harry set his mug on the table. "No, nothing like that. I just…well I thought…" "Merlin, Potter, did that blow to the head eliminate your ability to string words into a proper sentence? There was certainly no sign of it when you were here." "God," Potter ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know what it is about you that reduces me to a stuttering firstie. I command an entire team of Aurors with no problem." Draco watched with amusement when pink dotted Potter's cheeks as he sat. "I just kind of enjoyed talking to you before and thought we might do it again," Potter muttered. Unable to control himself, Draco laughed. "So you'd like me to take your vitals and wave my wand over you?" Now he coloured when the innuendo of what he said hit him. Harry smiled. "Well we could skip the vitals, but I might be persuaded into some wand waving."

For the past two weeks Draco has thought of nothing but Potter, while being acutely aware of the fact that he’s avoiding Potter. With his note, Potter has made avoidance impossible; Draco doesn’t want to outright ignore Potter, so he has to reply. The problem is, he still doesn’t know what to say. Draco wonders how long he can hide here before Potter knocks on the door or Apparates right into the kitchen. He’s not really hiding if Potter knows where to find him. Except Potter all but gave him an out. He gave Draco the money and the house, and despite Potter’s name still being on the paperwork, he said he’d leave Draco alone, and Draco believes he will. With a sigh, Draco drops his head to the table. Draco’s good at making plans, but bad at making choices. He’s made so many wrong ones.