'So, here it is, coming in.' Potter opened the door, grabbed the blonde boy's arm, and led him to seat in the dining room. 'Grimmauld No.12, you might have been here before, considering you were a mysterious order member.'
'P…' Probably he was too thirsty to speak, the voice sounded husky like a horse. 'W..why? '
'Shush, and make yourself comfy. I'll make you a cup of hot chocolate Milano.' The brunette interrupted with a gesture before the blonde could say one more word, then turned around to the kitchen, left a solid back to the blonde.' That can be very helpful. You poor thing is running out of energy, you know.'
A couple of minutes later, Potter went back to the dining room with drinking chocolate and a salami Panini with side salad. He served the table and settled down.
'P…' Once again the blonde was forced to stop before his first word.
'Ahem, no talking before you gets a proper meal. Now, dig in.' Potter opened a bottle, and served himself a glass of tonic water. 'No worry, I insure you there's no poison inside. I shall never harm my fellow.' Then he spoke again as if he suddenly realised something, 'Oh, sorry, I do realise the food can be somehow new to you. It's popular in muggle London. But I'm not sure whether it should be judged as muggle food, because it's pretty common all over Italy, even in magical areas. I tried a lot of different kinds during a meeting there. Try it, it does taste nice.' He hold the glass as to toast, 'buon appetito!'.
It wasn't quite known, but the Malfoys did have a sweet tooth. He caught the cup and took a sip of drinking chocolate, half smiling to the favourable taste. Smell and taste of sweet always made him sunk in happiness and relax. It even worked back to the darkest time
'Tasty? I personally prefer Cioccolato Milano to other drinking chocolate. It's more like melting chocolate than a simple drink. Give you more energy as well.' He smiled at the small nod the blonde boy gave him, 'It's silky and smooth, spoiling your picky aristocratic buds well. '
The blonde made a look to respond then grinned, continuing with the so called Italian bread.
'You have a sweet tooth, don't you?' He teased a bit, and stopped the blushed blonde before the reply, 'No, no, I didn't say you can speak now, did I? Finish your meal first.' He stood up, 'I'll go get you a glass of lemonade, contains loads of Vitamin C, which is good for your sore throat. I can put some honey to make it smooth and sweet if you'd like.' He left after warmly grinned at the blonde boy with a mouthful Panini and vegetable which made him looked like a hungry bunny rabbit. The poor boy might have been starved for days.
Well, it's not going to be boring.
