𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖑 𝖜𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓

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ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵃ ʷʰᵃᵗ?

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          𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩. He was in a strange room, it was blue instead of the familiar Gryffindor red, and it was probably the most homely room he's ever slept in. 

For the first 10 years of his life he slept in a cupboard under the stairs, then a small closet of a bed room- but now he had a bed-, the dirt floor of a cabin, the Gryffindor dorms, the loud Weasley house, and the gloomy bedrooms in Grimmauld place. But this was probably his top pick of places to sleep.

Wonder what Draca's room looks like- Why was he thinking about her bedroom?

Knowing the Malfoy style that he's observed over the years, it was elaborate and expensive. When ever he would unfortunately see Malfoy at Hogsmeade, she was dressed like she was going to fashion week. Her and the rest of the purebloods. 

grumble~

Right, it's morning. His only good meal was the feast last night. Before that he maybe had a sandwich or treats from the trolley. 

"Oi, Potter! Breakfast time, you need to eat. You're like a twig I can pick up with my pinkie."

Glad to see she hasn't fully changed. 

Not bothering to get dressed, seeing as he was stuck in these rooms for the next three days apparently, he made his way down the small stair case to see Draca in a creme crewneck with CHB in big bold orange text on the front, black sleeping shorts, and long socks. It was nice to see her dress like a normal human, but he didn't think wizards even knew what a crewneck was. 

"Bonjour. Welcome to the land outside of Hypnos, you slept till nine."

In front of her was a feast fit for the Queen. It was like one big plate of everything from the great hall, but better. There were classic American breakfast foods like pancake and waffles, American biscuits, a big bowl of tropical looking fruit, sausage links, scrambled eggs, and any other food you could think of. Harry was taken out of his stupor, by Draca setting a cup of tea in front of where he was to sit.

"Thank you. Isn't nine early though?" He took a sip of the tea without adding what he normally would, just to see what kind it was, but he found he didn't have to add anything. Draca had done something to it that tasted wonderful, "What kind of tea is this?"

"For your information, nine is already basically mid day. As for the tea, it's Sideritis Mountain Tea. My camp activities director swears by it, says it is one of the greatest drinks the Greeks created. Good for the body and mind or something of that sort."

"Well it's delicious, did you add anything to it?"

Draca flipped her hair over her shoulder and smirked at him, "Yeah, a whole bottle of poison."

He deadpanned at her, "Hilarious."

"I'm known to be, but I just added two spoons of cane sugar." She took a sip of her own before motioning to the food before them, "I wasn't kidding earlier, you are like a twig. Take at least one of everything. I will not have my mate wither away before I can even get to know him."

Harry flushed at her words and started looking over the food again, not sure what to grab first, but it appears he was moving to slow. Draca stood with a huff and started filling his plate. "Eat for the love of the gods."