November Third (part eleven)
@o0o-chibaken-o0o I can’t believe I made you wait five days for this. I sincerely hope the dirty talk™ makes up for it.
Draco held off for as long as possible. He toyed with the idea of passing November third altogether without talking to Potter but he knew he couldn’t go through with it. And now he’d left it too late to do anything remotely clever - like ‘accidentally’ running into Potter in the Ministry. No, there was nothing else for it. He was going to have to call.
Potter picked up right away. “Malfoy.” Shit.
Draco froze for a second and considered denying it…before realising how pointless that would be. “How did you know it was me?”
“What do you want?” Potter asked. He sounded tired.
“I never gave you my number.”
Potter ignored that. “What do you want?” He asked again.
Draco hadn’t actually thought that far ahead. He’d imagined that because it was November third, Potter would just be amenable to… Well, he didn’t think he’d have to work for what he was after, is all. “I just called…to check up on you. It’s been a year since your visit to St Mungo’s and protocol requires me to…to make sure you’re…healthy?” Yeah, that sounded believable.
“Protocol,” Potter repeated drily. “And you call all your patients at 11.30pm, do you?”
Shit. Why had he left it so late? Abort abort abort. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you. I’ll -“
“I didn’t say it bothered me,” interrupted Potter. “I asked whether you call all your patients at 11.30pm or just me?”
Draco didn’t appreciate being interrogated like Potter did criminals now that he was a qualified Auror. “I don’t know what you’re insinuating, Potter. I’m just trying to be professional.”
“Of course. You were very professional when you attended to me.”