A Nightmare in Heaven

Chapter 7

Harry was surprised to note when he woke up that he had woken due to hunger and not his aunt screaming or dormmates shouting at each other to get out of bed. He smiled, kept his eyes closed and stretched languidly. The mattress must be stuffed with clouds, there's no other possible explanation for how soft and soothing it was.

And the down duvet was doing wonders for him as well. It was incredibly fluffy and just heavy enough to be comforting but not so heavy that it made him feel claustrophobic. He could get used to waking up like this.

As if it could get any better, he suddenly started smelling wonderful things nearby. Ah yes, the brunch Draco was talking about.

Apparently Draco was still in bed because he felt the mattress dip near him and the duvet was pulled off of his face. He scrunched up his face in protest at the bright light and yawned before sitting up, eyes still closed. Harry was busy trying to locate his glasses while Draco watched with a smile.

And the amount of food sitting on the bed was staggering. Each one was clearly charmed with some sort of stabilization spell to keep the food from tipping. Everything he could imagine was in front of him. Draco was busy making himself a plate and turned as if to ask Harry why he was staring when he could be eating. He grabbed a small bowl of oatmeal, covered it with some sausage gravy and topped the whole thing off with an over-easy egg. He settled in with a glass of orange juice and tried not to laugh when he saw Draco devouring some sort of food that he didn't recognize.

"Um...Draco? What is that?" Draco looked up and licked a bit of whatever it was off of his mouth. He rather looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"It's a lobster benedict. A bit hard to describe, here take a piece." Harry, seeing no other option, opened his mouth for Draco to place a piece of lobster smothered in some sort of sauce on his tongue. And he wasn't disappointed! It was rich and creamy and so good that he considered getting his own portion.

Draco, without needing to be told, grabbed a plate and placed a portion on it before passing it to Harry with a slight blush on his cheeks. Realizing he had groaned in quite the obscene way at the flavour, he apologized and took another bite of his oatmeal.

"I understand, it's incredibly delicious. I imagine I did the same thing the first time I had it." The two smiled at each other and moved on with their breakfast.

Harry couldn't help but think that this would be his best summer ever.

True to what he imagined, it was the best summer ever. He got to fly with Draco and play seeker games, his homework was finished in record time and he even had plenty of opportunity to become a bit more confident.

Normally, he'd be out with Draco on their brooms trying out new quidditch moves or playing a seeker game, but today's weather was not having it. Thunder rolled gently through the sky with rain pattering down in steady waves. An occasional flash of lightning would be followed by a large CRASH of thunder, only to be followed by the softer rumbling once more. Harry was sat on the window seat, covered in blankets and surrounded by pillows, watching the scene with an oddly calm sense of fascination.

Draco came and joined him after a while, sitting on the opposite side of the seat and burying himself in with Harry.

"So, anything on your mind?" Harry shrugged and gave Draco a half smile.

"Nothing specific. I guess I'm just wondering when I'll be able to hear from Hermione again. Her and her parents took a holiday to Australia, so they're too far to send owls."

"I see. I'm not enough entertainment for you?" Draco kept his voice low, even if there was a teasing quality to it. Harry appreciated the effort he went through to try to keep the atmosphere light without being boisterous. That wouldn't have fit Harry's mood at all.