aer anythihan this
wheo aga, the piees of panake on his pte have gone old harry’s already on his third
≈ syrup off your fae, potter,” is drao’s wayhi
harry does it autoatially, out of shok and ebarrassnt “you’re bak,” he states dubly
“i didn’t leave,” dra at his pte harry doesn’t knrg at it out of spite, or if he rebers that it wasn’t ut up thirty utes ago and is n to reall how it got to that state fally, drao raises weary eyes at hi and asks, “did you jt slie y panakes?”
harry shoves ore panakes his outh, jt to save hi the awkwardalkg he nods while heg
drao goes bak t at the panakes, and harry fihird panake hanially one he’s dohi on his pte for hi to stuff his outh with (and there’s no ore exe for hi to shut up), he tries, “do you wao feed you?”
he braes hiself, readies hiself to stand up and run should a fork o for his head, but drao jt snorts and looks at hi potedly “weasel’s gog to have an aneurys fro ughg too uh if he fds out that y breakfast”
he raises an ar ao url his fgers around the fa
it’s slow and it’s shaky, but drao’s there aryg, sets another panake afully looks away
≈ really hungry a, he’s fukg full, but he likes this, eatihis by the ti he’s fihe fourth, drao has ao swallow three piees there’s syrup on his p a of his nightgown, and there’s als down his ar, but harry respetfully looks away fro that, too
drao akes it through half of his pte, before the fork slips fro his fgers and nks loudly on the arble floor of his balony, and harry looks up at hi, ready to ask if he should get it for hi, but drao’s gone aga
his gaze is vaant, starg bnkly at his pte
harry stahe squeezg pa itle, and he goes arouable so he an pik up the fork near drao’s feet
on his , he g drao’s fae there is iohere is syrup at the orner of his outh
harry sighs and reahes for a napkihe one who should wipe the syrup off your fae,” he utters aly dabs at drao’s heek
it’s defiakg are of drao alfoy
or, well, he isn’t really supposed to be takg are of drao alfoy he’s jt really here to keep hi opany, avoid the dia while he’s at it, ahe breakfast that alfoy does
but he wipes the syrup off of drao’s outh anyway, and his ar, and then searhes for his wand io har drao’s lothes lean
“what do you an you didn’t leave?” harry asks eer when drao’s bak and the pahe ss oable had disappeared o steag ugs of tea have reped the
drao looks at hi wearily, as if he’s weighiher he shage ivil oion with hi the end, he sighs and talks “it’s…hazy but i still knoeis don’t thk i didn’t see you wipg y fae like a hild, potter do aga”
“should i have jt left the syrup on your fae?”
drao snorts “you should have jt left, period”
“the pa goiheselves,” harry defends
“don’t you have enough pahose weasels? i’ sure the weaslette would love to fall all over your feet and hand feed you”
it’s ao get under his sk, and it works, beae everythg that drao says works, but harry tries his best to stap down his irritation “don’t all the that”
“i’ll all the whatever i like”
harry sighs loudly he has fotten what it’s like, to have drao alfoy be suh an irritati wants to rise up to the bait “panakes were fred’s favourite they havehe se…well, you know”
≈ drao then, and isn’t prepared for the sha that’s evident on his fae
≈ surprised wheer, the expression on drao’s fae lts away and his body goes sk
≈ your fault, you know,” harry says, an hour ter, when drao os bak
he’s figured it out, sowhat the thgs that ake drao disappear but although drao doeso like talkg about the thgs that he did or the thihat happe, harry thks that aybe, drao alk about it
“i know”
“do you?”
drao doesn’t answer he looks away “so that’s why you’ve been og here, beae of the k of panakes?”
harry shoots hi a gr “you got ”
and that’s how they spehe when drao’s gone, harry writes a letter for heriohat she’ll be proud of the fat that he’s been studyiells her, for the first ti, that drao alfoy is out of azkaban and that harry’s been lookg after hi