Monday, April 24th ~ Early Evening
Draco glanced up at the clock in the lower level staff lounge, watching the seconds tick by. Snorting at the man residing opposite him at the table, Draco slowly crumpled up a piece of parchment and tossed it at his head - currently buried in his crossed arms on the table.
It would be an almost comical display of apprehension and dread - if Draco didn't feel the exact same way.
"Why the hell did I ever let you talk me into this? Fucking bastard - you appealed to my libido - and lied."