You Promise? | Drarry |

Chapter 62

"How come you cook if you have house elves?" Harry asked as a plate with plain white rice was set in front of him and Pansy at the table.

They had come back from the library and Draco was making dinner for them like he said. 

Harry didn't know exactly what he was cooking but he knew Draco was steaming the broccoli so it must have that in it. 

Harry could smell chicken and various spices he couldn't even guess the names of too. 

He heard the chicken sizzling in a pan and a few cabinets closing as Draco made his way back to the stove.

"I like cooking." Draco said simply going to grab the pan from the stove.

Before Harry could ask another question Draco came up to the table again, "How much chicken do you want?" he asked and had the pieces of chicken marinating in a pan.

Harry started thinking but before he could even get to answer, Draco set down a few pieces of chicken onto his rice along with some of the sauce. 

Harry stared down at his plate and then watched as he did the same thing for Pansy and then for himself before turning the stove off and sitting at the table himself to eat.

"Do you help them cook or do they do that themselves?" Harry decided to ask, taking a bite of the chicken that he never thought would be in his house.

"They do sometimes, I tell them they don't have to, they're there when I need them and when I don't." he explained, eating a forkful of rice.

"Isn't that the whole point of them though? Hermione says they have to, don't they?" he asks, remembering Dobby and frowning at how he would punish himself everytime he did something wrong.

"If you're asking if they are enslaved, they are not. They can leave whenever they please and I even pay them, they are more like assistants than maids." Draco explained, "they still scrub every inch of the house but that's just in their nature, I tell them they don't have to."

Harry stared at Draco bewildered, oh Hermione's gonna like him now. 

He wondered if he would ever consider joining S.P.E.W., Hermione by then would hopefully think he isn't planning on killing him.

"So they're free but they stay with you anyway?" he asked, the rice on his fork falling back onto his plate after failing to scoop it up.

"That's why blondie doesn't allow shoes in the house," Pansy butted in, "If there's no mess for them to clean, the less they have to work."

That melted Harry's heart, never in his living years would he think a Malfoy would be so considerate to house elves.

"What were their names again?" Harry asked, eating some rice.

"Heemy and Nilley." Draco said, "Nilley was the one in pink and Heemy was in purple." he told him.

Harry nodded, remembering the two small house elves in their colorful little aprons, "Yeah, I remember. Heemy didn't talk much though.." he thought out loud.

"Heemy didn't talk to him?" Pansy asked, looking in a bit of shock as she looked over at Draco."

"She spoke a sentence." Harry said, a bit confused, "Does she normally talk a lot?"

"She talks everytime we see her." Pansy said, "Always talking to Nilley about something while they clean and I can always hear Draco and them talking about you. She never stops talking"

Harry thought for a moment, remembering how that one sentence Heemy did say was about how Draco talks about him.

Speaking of- "Right, right, they told me you talk about me." Harry said with a small smirk, shifting his attention to the blonde.