Even if their earlier hangout had been beyond what Draco could have hoped for, he was still far too nervous about the prospect of seeing Harry again. It had been a spur of the moment decision to send that text to Harry and he had basically regretted it from the second he hit send.<br/>Now, his fingers were frantically tapping the table next to his empty cardboard cup. He was softly biting his bottom lip as he kept looking out at the people coming and going from the very busy station; looking for the telltale dark, messy hair.