In the end, it had taken all of Harry's friends to draft the simple message. "Hi Draco, I'm sorry I've been a bit unresponsive, I'm free on Saturday if you are? I'd love to finally go on that date. Harry x"

Seamus had pressed send before he could change his mind, then pocketed the phone out of sight, assuring him he'd tell him if it buzzed, but he was going to forget about it until then.

It had taken Draco ten minutes to reply that he'd love to.

So Harry found himself anxiously getting through the next few days in eager anticipation. He even mustered the energy to text Draco first a couple of times, when he made friends with a cute dog in the park, and when he accidently burned his dinner, as he usually tended to do. But whereas Mac would have told him he was an idiot for both of the silly pictures he'd sent, Draco came back with several heart shaped emoticons for the dog, and a crying with laughter face for the dinner and the caption "I don't know what you're talking about, that looks yummy!"

Still, Harry was racked with nerves by the time Saturday came around. He purposefully didn't drink the night before, so he could get up early and hangover free, spending an hour or so fretting between several different t-shirts to wear. In the end Ron picked for him, and Hermione made him as much tea as he wanted.

He still jumped when the buzzer from downstairs went off, but Ron and Hermione were too fast for him as they raced for the intercom and snatched it off the wall. "Hello?" Hermione said, having beat Ron by mere inches. "Hi yes! Come on up."

Harry looked horrified at them both, guessing they'd planned this all along. "Well we've got to meet him mate," Ron scoffed, as if their ambush had been obvious from the start.

Harry though insisted on opening the door, and was taken aback by the sight that greeted him.

He remembered Draco being beautiful from his hazy drunken memory, but in the clear light of day he was nothing short of god-like. Light blond hair fell into his eyes as he looked up through his lashes, and smiled gently at Harry, highlighting his sharp cheekbones and silvery grey eyes. "Hi," he said warmly.

"Hi," Harry breathed.

"Hello!" called Ron and Hermione, no doubt waving behind Harry's back, and he grimaced apologetically whilst Draco chuckled.

"Draco this is Ron and Hermione, Ron and Hermione, Draco."

"Do you want a cup of tea or-" Hermione began eagerly, but Harry grabbed his jacket and bustled out the door.

"No, no, we're fine, thank you!"

The door closed behind him, and Draco stood smiling at him for a moment in the hallway.

"What?" Harry asked sheepishly. Maybe he should have let him come in and be interrogated?

Draco though shook his head. "More fierce friends," he said with an approving tone. Then he took Harry's hand, and everything else seemed a little irrelevant. "Come on," he said, leading him back towards the lift. "Let's go have some fun."