"Mister Potter! What in Merlin's name do you think you're doing?"
"Um…" Harry ran his hand through his hair and cocked his head to the side in perplexity, as if wondering why anyone would ask questions so infernally early in the morning. "Going to the kitchen to eat breakfast?" he tried hesitantly, myopic eyes blinking in the early sunlight.
"Without any pants?"
the blond drawled.
"Um…" Harry blushed, cheeks resembling
those nasty tomatoes he had insisted on slicing into the lasagna last
night.
"Scandalous!" Draco pronounced querulously, "I'm coming with you," he declared pouncing on Harry as he did so.