“I used water last time because it was the first offence. Shall I spring for acid?” Draco asks in that calm, overly-pleasant voice he used to use so much. “Maybe a burning potion? These floors are hideous, I’d be doing you a favour.”
Harry runs a hand over his face, sighing. Every meal has been a battle, one which Draco has won, but has continually given Harry anxiety.
With a mocking face, Petunia serves Harry and Draco each a plate.
“Let’s eat outside. It’s not hot yet.” Draco tells Harry, levitating the dishes in front of them as Vernon and Dudley watch in silence. Vernon’s purple, but Dudley looks a tiny bit impressed.
Harry shuts the door behind them, and Draco sits on the kitchen step, casting something over his shoulder.
“Locking charm.” He says to Harry’s questioning look. “You doing alright?”
“I’m- yeah, I’m….. yeah.”
“Okay.” Draco says softly. “Eat your breakfast.”
Harry’s eaten more of Aunt Petunia’s cooking now than he ever has before. Every meal so far has been what everyone else is eating, rather than a slice of bread and a hunk of cheese, which is what Harry often gets instead. It’s annoying to admit it, but she’s a decent cook.
Still, Harry can’t wait to leave for the Weasley’s, even if he’ll have to share a room with both Draco and Ron. Maybe that’ll be weird, maybe it won’t.
“Were you really going to burn the floors?” Harry asks through a mouthful of eggs.
“Mhm.” Draco hums. “Not with acid, though. I don’t know an acid spell, and I don’t think she’d give me the opportunity to use the hob for brewing.”
“Probably not.” Harry says.
“But I know a few fire-like spells that would do it.” Draco continues. “Lots of things that would terrorize them but not cause any real damage.”
“Except burning the floors.” Harry points out.
“Only burning them a little.”
Snorting, Harry continues with his food.
There’s a chair scraping, and the kitchen doorknob rattles. Draco lifts his wand, but Dudley’s face appears in the window a second later.
“Window’s open.” Dudley says.
Harry’s ears burn, but Draco just shrugs.
“Shame.”
They finish their breakfast in relative quiet, Draco reaching over to squeeze Harry’s leg or kiss his cheek every now and then. Harry almost forgets where they are until the sun moves enough that their spot is no longer shady.
“Is there anywhere with aircon? It gets a lot hotter here than I’m used to.” Draco says as they combine their dishes to take inside. “My house is in the country, it stays a bit cooler.”
“Probably.” Harry says. “But I’m not supposed to go anywhere.”
“Damn, I forgot.” Draco mutters. He unlocks the door and holds it open for Harry.
Vernon and Petunia are gone from the kitchen, but Dudley’s washing dishes.
“You do chores?” Harry asks.
“I’m saving up pocket money.” Dudley says. “My girlfriend is coming to visit next week.”
“You have a girlfriend?” Harry asks in disbelief. “Since when? You go to an all boys school.”
