You have to tell me why we're committing a felony before we do it.
Not that that's going to stop us, but at least I'll have all the facts, okay?
- Gilmore Girls
Saturday, March 3rd ~ Evening
Draco stood in his foyer, preparing to apparate to Glen Hollow for dinner - and not entirely sure that he should. The expected note saying something along the lines about 'how drunk he had been and what the hell had they done because he didn't recall a thing' had never come. Or one saying 'whoops' or any variation thereof that Draco had been anticipating.
It was decidedly... weird.
Of course there was the off chance that Harry wouldn't recall anything anyway and hadn't thought to send a note to inquire as to what had happened and would wonder why he was stopping by expecting to be fed - and why the hell was Draco muttering curses while trying to flush his head down the loo!?!?!?
Standing here wasn't going to give him any answers either way. Draco swore one final time and apparated to the foyer at Glen Hollow. "Sober yet, Scarhead?" Draco hollered out rather than other comments and jibes about virgin territory that might be harder to explain if the Idiot really didn't remember anything.