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thirty-six | meal

lol i tried to kms 2 years ago today

worst attempt of my life

will attempt again 

~no pov

When Harry asked to go buy school supplies, he was told to take Dudley's old, shitty stationery. Most of it was in terrible condition, so Harry refused.

He physically couldn't do shit with the stuff he was offered.

He was then slapped for being an ungrateful prat, and told that he had no money to buy anything and wouldn't receive any money from his relatives.

"I'll call social services on you."

Harry woke up in his bed with a horrible headache and a massive bruise on his stomach. He decided he would go anyway, because he really wanted to recover. He wanted to take that next step.

After all, there was nothing Vernon could do to punish Harry. Nothing he hadn't done before, of course.

Dressed in Draco's green, oversized jumper and grey joggers, he walked over to the Malfoy Manor. The excitement and determination faded into anxiety and he felt his stomach churn. He really wanted to eat something other than a salad, but he was now doubting everything.

"Potter." 

"Draco."

Harry walked into the Manor with a seemingly endless pit in his stomach that he hoped he could fill with something other than a salad. Draco took him to the dining room, where only two plates of food were presented.

"I didn't want to overdo it, and I didn't want there to be any leftovers in case, well, you know." 

"Shut up, Draco. It's perfect." Harry felt the pit disappear, and he felt excited again. He couldn't remember the last time he ate a proper meal that wasn't a salad. 

A meal that he didn't spew out into a toilet.

He sat down opposite Draco on the sleek, black chairs matching the table. The room was dark, but with Harry it felt lighter than ever for the blond. He couldn't remember the last time he felt comfortable sitting in the room.

The two plates consisted of literal dino nuggets and thin-cut chips, with ketchup, barbeque sauce and mayo at their disposal. 

Draco thought it would be a comforting meal. He assumed everyone has had such a childish meal at least once in their lives. Despite never having it himself, because his father thought they were too posh for it, he hoped it would be okay for Harry.

He didn't realise Harry never had anything of the sort either. In his early stages of life, he was given small portions of bland food, like stale bread and flavourless soup. Growing up, he cooked the fanciest meals because the Dursley's decided they wanted to torture the boy. 

So while they ate gourmet meals, Harry ate boring shit like rice pudding or plain rice, or sometimes food that the Dursley's made unnaturally spicy because they enjoyed watching the boy squirm. He would have to sit and let his insides burn due to the over-seasoning and do nothing to help.

It could be something as normal as tomato soup, but they would put excessive amounts of chilli powder and other spices they could find. Or days-old curry that was on the brink of mould with the seeds of the spiciest chillies Petunia could find.

It did help his spice tolerance though, if you want to think about the glass half-full side of things. Harry was not a lemon and herb spice level type of guy.