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Draco was lonely. Pansy still wasn't talking to him and Merlin was working all the time. He got that Merlin had to work, but it would be nice if when he didn't he wasn't working Merlin texted him more. Or was at least nicer to him. Draco had already planned out what he was going to make for Merlin for dinner that night and he'd practiced cooking the chicken and vegetables in the oven at home a couple times and he thought he had it down, so maybe this time Merlin wouldn't go on a rant about how useless Draco was and tell him he never lifted a finger.

For now, he was camped out in the dinosaur section of the Natural History Museum because it was always busy and at least if there were lots of tourists walking around while he sat on a bench and stared at an old skeleton he felt less like this was the end of one of the worst summers ever. Draco fiddled with his phone, contemplating texting Pansy or Merlin again for the millionth time, but the long list of unresponded to texts to Pansy kind of put him off, and if he texted Merlin at work Merlin might tell him off for it.