Because I Deserve It - Drarry

Chapter 23

Friday rolled around, and Draco was nothing if not nervous. The anticipation was too much to handle; the only thing he could do was use his endless homework and projects to shove the upcoming date to the back of his head. Consequently, he had nearly entirely repressed any thought of it, and when Harry ran up to him and told him that he would be waiting at the Entrance Hall by the main doors at ten 'o clock, Draco was briefly bewildered.

"Whatever are you talking about?" Draco asked him. Harry gave him a funny look. "You know," he slowly said as if Draco were stupid. "Hogsmeade. Tomorrow. Saturday. Together? Is any of this ringing a bell?" He asked, facetiously.

"Of course," Draco said, pretending he had known what Harry was talking about the entire time, mainly because he was the one who had impressed the importance of remembering upon Harry. "You caught me thinking about something else. I'll be there," he added. Harry flashed him his signature crooked smile and rushed off once more, looking even more of a mess than usual. Draco shook his head fondly. Who would have thought he would ever go on a date with that idiot?

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That night, Draco found it very hard to fall asleep. He had a nagging feeling like he had forgotten something essential, but he could not remember for the life of him what it was. He mentally ran through everything that happened during the day, not encountering anything that could remind him of his forgotten task. He tossed and turned, desperately expecting the feeling to go away on its own. He cast about for something else to think of, hoping that would aid him in his effort. Almost of its own will, his mind latched onto Harry.

He wondered what the brunet had planned for tomorrow. Draco was almost apprehensive; he didn't know what Harry's idea of an incredible date was, but he was almost sure it would not match up with his standards. He was so endearingly clueless and hopeless at all things romantic. His relationship with the female Weasley had unequivocally ended at least partly because of the idiot's inability to identify the needs and desires of his partner. Sexuality aside, they never would have lasted longer than a year. Draco would give Harry a chance to prove himself, though, because he really, really liked Harry. Maybe the prat would exceed all expectations as he tended to do, quite infuriatingly so.

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Draco awoke quite suddenly. He had no recollection of the previous night's dream, but he knew it must have been something out of the ordinary if he had woken up that way. He lay in bed for a couple of minutes, listening to the sound of his dorm mates' breathing. As his mind grew less foggy and more aware, he realized there was less snoring than usual.

Harry was not in their room.

What could he be doing at - Draco blearily cast a Tempus - eight in the morning? They didn't have to meet for another two hours. That was plenty of time to change and eat breakfast. Speaking of such matters, Draco needed to get out of bed. His outfit wouldn't pick itself.

Forty-five minutes later, Draco sailed out of the room, appearance perfected down to the last hair. There had been no sign of Harry the entire time. He sauntered through the common room, out of the dungeons, and up to the Great Hall. Plopping down at the Slytherin table, he began to fill his plate, ignoring the whispers that accompanied his arrival.

Only moments later, Pansy hurried in and dropped down beside him, out of breath and looking harried.

"You...can not just...burst out of...your room...looking like...that...and then just...leave!" She hissed between panting in breaths of air. Pansy leaned against the table for a moment, steadying her breathing before she glared and continued as if there were no interruptions.