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Chapter 68

"Do we have to go?" Draco asked Harry as he watched him pick out an outfit for the dinner Hermione so kindly invited him over to, not wanting to go despite him already being dressed for the occasion.

Harry had told him to dress casual and, surprisingly, he listened. He wore a pair of black jeans and a loose black shirt with his usual white shoes. 

Casual, Harry thought to himself when he first saw him and smiled.

"Yes." He said cautiously, looking at his drawer of pants for a pair of jeans.

He wasn't quite sure why Hermione had invited all of them over but he tried to think nothing of it.

"Hermione invited us and she's going to be making us dinner." He said, his eyes not meeting Draco's.

"It would be rude not to go." he added, staying still for a brief moment as he thought about how she had invited them over.

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"You, Draco, and Pansy should come over for dinner." Hermione told the couple, giving Draco a look up and down briefly which confused and frightened him slightly.

"Me and Ronald are hosting a pizza night." She explained before they could ask.

Harry glanced over at Draco. 

He already knew he was going because, obviously, Hermione is his friend and he always goes to their house no matter what and she might as well make the best pizza in the entire world. 

He wondered if Draco would want to merely because he doesn't really get along with either of them. 

Draco also glanced at Harry. 

He wasn't opposed to the idea because, very surprisingly, there was something about Ron that wasn't as irritating about him anymore after the whole 'oh my god Draco fucking malfoy is shagging my best mate inside my bathroom right now and, you know what? Good for him but also what the actual ginger god fuck.' thing. 

The only thing bothering him was how Hermione was giving him a murderous look as if he were a constant danger for Harry. 

It was unnecessarily terrifying.

"We're getting ingredients later tonight," she said and looked back at Harry, her eyes widening but they went back to normal when he looked at her and she gave him a small smile, "any suggestions for toppings? Any style of pizza you two or Pansy would prefer?" she asked.

She shot Draco a look as if asking what that red spot on Harry's jaw was and why did he have it. 

Draco was very aware of the hickey he gave Harry and he knew he should tell Harry but in his defense Harry woke up and didn't bother to do anything about it, therefore, he shouldn't be the one to blame. 

So, he simply looked around while trying not to smirk, scratching his nose and letting out a small cough as a way to look 'innocent' and 'oblivious' to what she was looking at him about. 

Harry, who had forgotten that Draco had given him that last night, was confused because he didn't know why Hermione was giving him a scolding look. 

Harry nudged him with his elbow so he would answer her question because she already knew he was okay with a basic pepperoni.

"Greek." Draco said, coughing lightly again, "Greek pizza sounds preferable at the moment."

Hermione didn't know what was on a Greek pizza and that annoyed her since she always knew things.

Harry could tell but he was equally as confused and curious as her, "Greek?" he asked.

"Yes, Greek." Draco confirmed and elaborated, "It's a pizza with bell peppers, olives, feta.. garlic, lemon, mozzarella, oregano, red onions, um, parsley, thyme, tomatoes, and olive oil. Personally I dislike the onions as I don't enjoy them on my pizza so those I could do without- oh, and, no olives either." He told her.