Who: Draco and Astoria What: An important dinner Where: Brunello Restaurant When: Friday evening Rating/Warning: TBA
Draco knew that she was frustrated with having waited so long. Knew that after nearly six years of his dragging things on, even with the intrigue and the danger of some of those years and the fall in his family status following the war, she was tired of waiting. He was tired of waiting too, but there was a method to these things and he'd wanted, perhaps for the first time that it had been truly important, to do things properly and think about them before he rushed in. To plan them.
And he had been thinking about this, and planning, for a very long time.
When his parents had purchased the flat for him in London and he'd finally taken residence there after their forced sojourn to France following the war, one of the things Draco had found he enjoyed, much to his own displeasure at first, was the hunt for acceptable muggle restaurants. Most of the galleons that he grudgingly changed into pounds went for that purpose, and tonight as they sat in the back of the chauffeured car he'd gotten for he night, he was actually pleased with what he'd made himself learn of Muggle London.
"We're going to Brunello," He said casually, taking her hand as he settled back in the plush leather seat. The five star restaurant was the first he'd taken her to when she'd come home, her sixth year, for holiday.