café au lait {drarry}

8- apologies

h.p.

i emerged from my room, to the sound of sizzling bacon and eggs and the smell of coffee. i haven't slept and my eyes felt tired. i stumbled into the kitchen and my jaw dropped to the ground.

draco malfoy was wearing an apron over his clothes, pouring coffee into a mug. he cleared his throat.

"i never, uh, formally apologized to you so i made you... apology breakfast. i never cooked before so i had to consult a cookbook and several cooking shows on what i believe is a, uh, telly?" he said. "actually they were of no use, they didn't teach me how to make eggs but now i know how to make a souffle."

i laughed, sitting down at a breakfast bar. in front of me was a plate of scrambled eggs and two slices of bacon and a mug of coffee. the eggs were underseasoned, but we're enjoyable. seeing malfoy trying so hard made me smile.

"and now for my apology. i'm sorry for calling you a prat. i was lying. you are a mega prat," he bagan. i snorted. "i'm sorry for insulting your friends. i'm sorry for making fun of you. i'm sorry for making those potter stinks buttons. while it was childish, it was very funny at the time and i still have a few. i'm sorry for joining the death eaters although it really wasn't my choice. i'm sorry for-"

"no, no, no you can stop right there, this could go on for hours." i interrupted. "i already forgive you. this is a pretty good breakfast for your first time cooking, seeing as the apartment isn't on fire-"

"there was a close call, though," he said.

"thank you. i love it." i smiled at him. "also, you look pretty good in an apron,"

his pale face turned slightly pink. "thank you,"