𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

Chapter 4

It was a beautiful Tuesday morning. The birds were chirping happily, the sun was shining, and, well, you know the rest…

The alarm clock started ringing. Soft groans.

"Damn…"

Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked at the time, or at least, at what he could see written on the clock without his glasses on. Ginny shuffled beside him and suddenly Harry felt a soft and warm arm around his waist.

"Do you really have to go to him?" Ginny whispered near his ear. Harry sighed.

"Yes, or he'll do something stupid…" Harry said and made to stand but Ginny firmly grabbed his arm.

"He will wait for you…" Ginny stated with a sly smile and pulled Harry back to her again. Their lips crashed into a kiss and for a moment Harry thought that what he was doing was wrong. Then he stopped thinking altogether.

Potter was late. Incredibly late.

And he was hungry. Damned hungry. Didn't that Potter know that he shouldn't leave a Malfoy without food? Well, he will have to learn it the hard way, then…

Draco tapped his slender fingers on the wood table of his kitchen impatiently. Potter should have been there fifteen minutes ago! Who did he think he was? Leaving Draco like that! And he couldn't go anywhere! He said, no, ordered, to go to that –what was it?...a supermarket! Yeah, that was the word… together! Where the hell was he?

Draco eyed the owl and for the first time he thought that maybe muggles didn't have owl-food. What was he going to buy to his poor Harry? Draco couldn't leave him without food!

Harry the owl was strangely perceptive of Draco's thoughts and as if on cue he tapped the window with his little beak. Draco understood immediately.

"Oh, yeah…" Draco said, almost bitterly. "You hunt…" and went to open the window. "At least you don't have to wait for that stupid, idiotic, son of a…"

The owl chirped at him, in indignation, before flying away to search for his breakfast. Draco watched him fly for a while and then made up his mind.

"I'll go by myself!" Draco exclaimed. "Exactly. Take that, bastard…" and with that said, while muttering to himself all the kinds of adjectives that described Potter, he took his home's keys and stepped outside in the morning air.

"Good morning!" an old lady greeted him as Draco made his way to the supermarket. Draco rolled his eyes to the sky.

"Perfect…" he whispered, "That old ghoul…"

The old lady, seemingly unaware of Draco's irritation, smiled broadly at him. She was working in her garden, her hands and face dirty with earth. She stood slowly up and approached him, extending her hand in greeting.

"You are my new neighbor, it's a pleasure to meet you!" she said, cheerfully. Draco glanced at the dirty hand and it was with difficulty that he extended his own hand to shake hers. The old lady smiled even brighter. If that was even possible, Draco thought, she seemed very amused by the fact.

"I'm Mrs. Dunham…" she said.

"Draco… Draco Malfoy…" the blond said. Too grumpy to stay there and chat stupidly with old ghouls he continued: "I'm going to the… supermarket and I'm quite in a hurry, so if you excuse me…" and made to go. The woman stopped him.

"If you need help with anything just ring my doorbell. It would be my pleasure to…!"

"Sure, now, if you excuse me…" Draco said, gritting his teeth and not really hearing what the old lady was trying to tell him.