“Oh now he wants cake.”
Remus looks up guiltily as Draco drops onto the chair facing him at the table.
“I wanted chocolate.” Remus says, setting his fork down. Distracted by having Draco to take care of, Remus had forgotten to get his monthly supply of chocolate, and Draco’s cake is the only solution in sight. The pain in Remus’ hip isn’t letting him go anywhere today.
“You’re only eating the frosting?” Draco cries, leaning around to see where Remus had been digging into a small section of the cake. “You’re worse than I ever dreamed!”
Rolling his eyes, Remus leans his head on his hand. There’s a dull ache behind his eyes, but it’s nothing new. Draco seems to take note of Remus’ exhaustion and settles his energy a bit.
“I suppose I could share.”
“Sleep well?”
“No.” Draco says immediately, tilting back in his chair until he can grab his own fork from the drawer behind him. “You?”
“I was up all night.” Remus says, smiling faintly.
“Do you remember anything when you wake up the morning after?” Draco asks curiously, cutting an enormous chunk off the side of the cake and stuffing the entire thing into his mouth. He blinks up at Remus inquiringly.
“Not a lot.” Remus admits, rubbing his aching eyes. “Bits, here and there. I could remember better before I was using wolfsbane, obviously, but the benefits outweigh the memory loss.”
“Hm.” Draco says, digging further into the cake as he thinks. “Why’d you leave your bed?”
“Heard a noise.” Remus says. He remembers that much, thinking that maybe Draco was in trouble or that someone had gotten in. “It was just you, right? Or was it Hedwig?”
“No, it was a burglar. He was trying to break in through the drawing room window.” Draco says, then starts sucking on his fork again. Remus squints.
“You’re fucking with me.” He says, just to be sure. He wouldn’t exactly put it past Draco to have dealt with a burglar on his own, stuffing the body in a cupboard or something.
“Yeah.” Draco says, scowling, wiggling his fork between his fingers. “It’s not that fun when you’re this tired, though.”
“That’s how Sirius felt.”
“Must be a genetic opinion.”
Remus huffs a laugh, shaking his head.
“Why were you up?”
Draco points at the cake. Remus nods.
Draco makes a fresh pot of tea, and in doing so, learns about the concept of boiling water. He apparently didn’t know how to tell when water had reached a boil, which explains the pathetic excuse for tea that had been left on the counter last night.
“So, you don’t work, right?”
“I don’t have a job, no.” Remus says tersely. Draco sets an orange on the table between Remus and the cake.
“Eat your greens.” He says.
“That’s not green.”
Draco ignores that, moving around the kitchen again.
“So how do you pay for food and shit?”
“Isn’t that the question for the ages.” Remus says dully. Draco returns to his seat with the entire loaf of bread and a knife. “Are you going to eat plain untoasted bread?”
