poison ✞ dramione

part ten

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when hermione woke up it was seven thirty which meant they had plenty of time until classes started at nine.

deciding to make the kitchen they had downstairs to good use, hermione pulled her hair into a quick pony, pulled a large jumper over her tank then slipped into some slippers. on her way out she decided to wake harry and draco up too.

she knocked onto harry's door then tentatively pushed the door open. he was still in bed dead asleep. she rolled her eyes at that then stalked over to his bed. "harry," she said quite loudly. he didn't even move an inch. "harry," she said even louder but her best friend still didn't move. hermione tutted at that then grabbed the duvet and pulled it straight off of him.

luckily harry was decent under them in flannel pyjama bottoms and a white tee. he grumbled, started to curl into himself but with a flick of her wand the light switched on, forcing harry to her up. "what the—what the hell?" harry muttered groggily.

"it's seven thirty," she announced, folding the duvet. hermione placed it at the foot of harry's bed then picked up his wand. she skipped out of his room and then knocked on the door next to the bathroom—draco's. "hey, draco, you awake?" she called through the oak door. when she received no answer she opened it.

the room was neat and tidy, black and silver. plain. too plain. there were no pictures of him with his family or friends—hell, there were no pictures besides some framed paintings. even the paintings were pretty plain.

his bed was made neatly. he clearly wasn't in here.

hermione panicked and pretty much ran out the room before she decided to start snooping around. she slammed the door behind her and met with harry. he was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"we until nine for classes," he muttered sleepily. "and you wake me up so soon?"

"we have more important matters!" hermione shouted. "draco's not in his room!"

harry groaned. "he's probably in the bathroom or, even, in the kitchen," he yawned. hermione felt the panic subside just a little but followed harry as he descended the stairs.

as they reached the kitchen hermione could smell food being made—pancakes, in fact. she turned to harry. "we have personal house elves?"

harry shrugged. "not that i knew of," he said tiredly. hermione followed harry into the kitchen and almost slammed into his back because he suddenly stopped.

hermione moved around him. "harry, what the hell—" she cut herself off as she finally took in the scene in front of her.

draco stood on a chair, flipping a pancake over. he hadn't noticed them yet but the batter was on the counter behind him and there was still quite a lot left. next to the stove—hermione figured it was magically charmed to work—was a porcelain plate holding a stack of two pancakes so far. soon enough draco added the third on top, switched off the gas then pushed the pan to the furthest notch on the stove.

he climbed of the chair then pulled open a drawer containing kitchen utensils, knifes and forks included. he pulled out one of each then picked up the plate. the second he spun around he almost dropped his plate. "um—morning."

"morning," harry answered, eyeing the pancakes. "i didn't know you could cook. are those for us?" he pointed at the plate of pancakes held in draco's hands.

draco gulped then nodded quickly—too quickly, hermione noticed. "yes," draco answered, setting the plate on the middle counter in front of a stool. "t-those are for you."

draco quickly ran around the kitchen, opening various cupboards and even the fridge. he came back with a bottle of maples golden syrup, lemon juice in a green bottle and sugar. "and he's some toppings—i'll get the strawberry sand chocolate now—"