Draco wrapped his scarf around his neck and shoved aviator sunglasses on his head before walking out into the cold, bright morning. He was in a rush to be early today. It was improper for him to be late, especially for this meeting. He pulled out his smartphone, one of the only Muggle inventions he actually found useful.
"Oy, Potter. I’m on my way. Bloody owls wouldn’t stop delivering birthday wishes for me."
"It’s fine, Malfoy. Just get here as soon as you can. You know how to get to Grimmauld Place, I trust?
"Good. And… err… Happy Birthday."
He ended the phone call and walked on his way, a smirk creeping onto his face. It had been a few years since he’d seen Potter, and their last meeting went less than well. It ended with a drunken night of Firewhiskey shots and a screaming match about Wizard’s Chess. This time, Draco was prepared for the worst. The vague letter inviting him over to Harry’s house threw Draco off at first, but he thought nothing of it.
Just a social visit, after all.
Our last interaction went rather less well than I’d hoped. You should learn how to handle your Firewhiskey a bit better than a school-age girl.
Anyway, I’d appreciate us trying this again. Or something. Come to Grimmauld Place on your birthday. I have a plan for us.
Draco read the note and considered sending a biting one back, but bit his tongue and prepared to leave.
Deep breath, Draco. Just a social visit.
He stepped off of the road and went into a forest before Apparating to Harry’s house for their next meeting.