_________________________________________________________<br/><br/>It was well past Teddy's bedtime when Harry finally got around to check his email. It took him several minutes to fully realise what had appeared in his inbox, momentarily having dismissed it as spam. Harry had been staring at the two tickets to a private Draco Malfoy show for a while now, not having a clue how Draco had managed to find his email address.<br/>Without allowing himself any more time to think, Harry grabbed his phone to, for the first time, dial up Draco's phone number. His heart was inexplicably racing as he waited the other to pick up. When the dial up tone finally subsided, Harry didn't wait for a greeting. "Draco, you're an absolute twat."<br/>His words were significantly harsher than needed given the context of his call, and though Harry's voice was breathy with half a laugh, he was genuinely bothered. "I know I'm good-looking but I need you to listen to me when I speak - I don't want you to buy me shite."