Saturday | 8:00 pm | DB Performace | Harry & Draco
When Draco pinned him with a look that clearly spoke of just how amused he really was, Harry bit back a laugh. It was a close thing, really, cause the look was so reminiscent of Professor McGonagall after she'd found Ron sneaking out of the Hogwarts kitchen an hour past curfew with an armful of chicken that Harry nearly fell apart under the pressure to keep a straight face.
"I thought it was spot on, actually," he responded, offering the other man a slight shrug. By this point, he could practically feel the irritation radiating off the blonde and he felt his job was almost complete. He knew eventually the tables would be turned and he'd be the irritated one, but that was all part of the game. So far, he figured he was doing pretty good.
When Draco excused himself, Harry was almost tempted to follow after him and deny the obvious escape he was looking for. He almost did, but suddenly recalled a particular part of Draco's explanation as to why the other man was there. 'It's about appearances, Potter!' Well, that was just handy. He let the blonde walk a little further away before he raised his voice and called after him. "Don't forget the tie on the door knob, Malfoy!" The obvious suggestion in those words had a few heads turning to look at him, but all they saw was a smirk on unfamiliar lips, his green eyes lost beneath the dark brim of his hat.
Well, Malfoy had said he'd wanted to make an appearance. Chuckling to himself, Harry turned and headed toward the Three Broomsticks. Seemed like a good enough spot to start looking for Ron. The redhead was bound to be around there somewhere.