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Draco Malfoy (dragonsheart) wrote in lockewood,

Draco felt a little bit like he was being treated like a lady. He wasn't sure how that made him feel, but he took a seat anyway. The last time he'd been in another man's kitchen, he'd dropped to his knees within minutes. This was certainly a different.

Malfoy had never really dated. There had been Pansy, of course, but that was a matter of convenience over everything else. His mother had suggested that she be the young lady he spend his time with, and so he'd done it without much thought. He'd never been all that attracted to her.

He should just come out with it. He should just come out and tell him that this was all a very bad idea, and though he was sure dinner would be lovely, that was all it would have to be. Dinner. A dinner.

"Sure, I'd love..."

Water, ask for water, Draco

"Well, what do you have?"