𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

Chapter 9

Draco felt something warm caress his face and slowly he opened his eyes to see what it was. He scanned the kitchen around him and the opened window that let the sun in. For a moment he didn't understand why was he sleeping in the kitchen and not into his beautiful, cozy bed in his wonderful room up on the third floor...

'Oh, yeah… I'm not home…' Draco suddenly thought. His neck and back ached and he straightened himself, feeling his bones crack slightly from the movement. Snippets of his conversation with Harry in the middle of the night came back to him and felt his guts tightened at the realization of what he let slip.

'By the way…' he thought, trying to forget that awkward feeling that had risen in his chest, 'Where is he?'.

Draco's eyes fell on the two, washed, cups on the counter and as if on cue he felt someone enter from the door behind him.

"Good morning…" Harry said and Draco turned abruptly to him. Draco felt suddenly relieved that Harry hadn't left him yet and stared, his lips slightly parted, as Harry moved around the kitchen, obviously searching for something.

Harry was already fully dressed and Draco felt ridiculous in his pajamas, sitting open-mouthed at his supposed rival. Harry glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. Draco immediately felt his face flush.

"You're not a morning person, are you?" Harry said, chuckling a little. Draco rapidly looked away.

"Shut up!" Draco exclaimed and Harry laughed. "What are you searching for, anyway?"

Harry stopped laughing and looked at Draco. He didn't speak immediately and his eyes were hazed, looking at Draco, with something the blond couldn't really put his finger on. Draco felt those green eyes burn him, not in a bad way, really… when suddenly Harry talked again:

"A coffee machine…" his voice was rather raspy. Harry coughed. "Yeah…"

Draco raised his eyebrows.

"Coffee?" he asked, curious. "What's that?"

"Eh? You don't know what coffee is?" Harry was clearly taken aback. He was sure that wizards knew what coffee was but then he suddenly remembered that he never saw anyone drink that brown stuff the mornings he had spent in Hogwarts. Not even the teachers…

"No, genius…" Draco said, "Do you really think I like to just question you for things I already know?"

"That means you don't have a coffee machine…" Harry stated.

"No, Mrs. Dunham told me I have one of those somewhere here…" Draco said. Harry's eyes glinted with joy.

"Really?"

"No, I just wanted to see your reaction…" Draco said.

"Now you're kidding…" Harry said, "That's one of your sarcastic answers…"

"No, kidding…" Draco rolled his eyes to the sky.

"You did it again!"

"Oh, really?"

"Stop it!"

"Stop what?" Draco asked and Harry suddenly laughed. Draco watched him and for a moment the sensation that he wanted to have such stupid conversations with Harry every morning appeared somewhere deep in his heart. He liked the feeling… he really liked… having Harry… with him…

'Idiot…' Draco slapped himself, 'That was the stupidest thing I ever heard…'

Harry's laughter slowly calmed down and he looked at Draco again, clearly amused.

"You never change…"

"Why should I?" Draco exclaimed.

"You are amazing…" Harry whispered and Draco felt his heart sped up. Harry coughed again, regaining composure. Draco felt his cheeks burn. "Well, knowing you, you don't have a clue what a coffee machine looks like and you just try to mess with my mind making me think that you really have one of those in here…"