So I asked at the end of Dreams of Requirement if anyone would like some follow up drabbles and I had some positive responses. So I have a couple written and thought I'd post one! If there is anything in particular you might like to see, I'd love to hear from you. I already have a Christmas scene written, inspired by reviews from UnicornShenanigans which I will probably post tomorrow. These might be anywhere from a couple hundred words to a couple thousand and will not be in any order.
If you have not read Dreams, of course I'd love you to do so. Spoiler alert:
It has a happy ending :)
If you enjoy or have suggestions, please review!
Time Period: Tent camping during the hunt for horcruxes, relatively early on.
"What is it?"
Harry looks down at the plate in Draco's hand and then back up to the blonde's face. "Well... it's fish."
Draco looks back down at the plate and then over to Hermione who is taking another piece of the nearly eviscerated meat out of a pan to place on an identical plate for Weasley. He exchanges a look with Ron and they come to a moment of solidarity unlike any he could have imagined to experience.
"If you don't like it," Granger snips out at them all, "you can catch something. And cook it by the way. I'm not your Mother, nor your nursemaid, nor your house elf." She sits herself cross-legged on the ground and starts to eat the fish with a rather petulant look on her face, ignoring the three of them.
Draco looks at Potter then Weasley who both shrug at him, completely lost as to how to proceed, other than to pick up their own fish.
Moving around their sad little campfire, he takes a place next to Hermione and musters all the pureblood upbringing at his disposal. "I'm sure it's amazing, Hermione. You always do wonders. I was only curious as to what type of fish you had found in this area."
"Oh..." She looks chastised and he feels a little guilty. He hadn't meant that at all. He had meant 'what is this hunk of nearly black flesh you've dumped with no ceremony onto my lap'. But that would most likely lead to sleeping in the tent with Ron and Harry and he was not having that.
Taking a bite, it's every bit as flavorless and unappealing as he could have guessed. "You've done a wonderful job with such limited culinary tools, Love."
She beams at him and gives a significant and annoyed stare to the other two as she answers him, "Thank you, Draco. I'm glad someone can appreciate the challenge of good food preparation in the middle of the bloody forest."
Over her head, Draco smirks at the other two boys before choking down the rest of the fish. Secretly, he washes the flavor away with a hearty chug of the firewhiskey he rationed early on and hid within his water canteen.
Suckers.