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A/N: Thank you for all the interest! :DD

Chapter 04 - The One Where Draco Wants Fish and Chips

On Fridays, the children were given some "Creativity Time", where Mrs. Figg set up Arts and Crafts stations around the room, and the children were encouraged to Create. Daphne and Ron usually colored together; Harry hummed while he sculpted in the play-doh station, and Draco practiced writing his letters and numbers on bright construction paper with fruit scented colored markers. On the first Friday, with little to no deliberation at all, Draco plopped down in the seat next to Harry at the play-doh area with as many fruit scented colored markers clutched in his little fist as he could hold and a few sheets of forest green construction paper. Mrs. Figg made no effort to corral the boy to the "correct" station.

As the days turned into weeks, and the air slowly warmed each passing day, Draco decided he really like Fridays. Specifically, he liked sitting with Harry during CT. He liked spending time with just himself and Harry. It was unlike recess where he had to share Harry with Daphne and Ron and the other children.

Draco practiced writing wobbly letters and numbers, pressing the markers to the paper to make loops that looked more and more like the words Harry, Draco, Daphy and Ron with every swipe. Harry took great pleasure in bumping his friend every so often, so Draco's rounded letters dipped and strayed off course with every nudge. With every indignant, "Hey!" from Draco, Harry giggled and at the end of the Creativity Time, Harry always presented the blond haired boy with his latest sculpture. It was hard for Draco to be mad at Harry after that.

On this particular Friday (Harry made a lumpy T-Rex with 3 different colors of play-doh) Mrs. Figg handed out a Notice to all the children, advising them to immediately put the paper away in their backpacks for safe keeping. Narcissa (or sometimes Dobby) waited patiently for Draco to be let out at the end of the school day. The children came pouring out of the classrooms and it didn't escape Narcissa's notice that Draco walked out with Harry every day. The messy haired boy always waved to her politely, if a bit shy, before joining a plump boy his age and a thin woman with short dark hair and long neck. Narcissa thought the woman looked a bit like a horse, and couldn't see any obvious family resemblance between the woman and messy haired boy. It also didn't help that the woman clearly favored the larger boy over Harry. Though she had yet to officially meet Harry, Narcissa thought she was a bit biased towards Draco's best friend.

"Mummy, can we get fish and chips? I'm hungry." Draco asked as Narcissa pulled her vehicle away from the parking lot.

She glanced up into the rear view mirror and caught her son's eyes. "Now? I thought Dobby started packing an extra snack in your lunch."

"He did, Mum! But I'm huuuungry." He petulantly drew out the word.

"Dinner won't be for a bit, and your Dad is coming home early tonight. Can't you wait until then? You can snack on baby carrots when we get home."

"Aww, Mum." Draco pulled a face at the thought of carrots.

"Did you not eat your lunch, dear?"

Draco's eyes widened a touch before settling back into his pout, but Narcissa knew her son.

"Draco?" She prompted.

Draco was silent for a few minutes, internally debating on whether or not he would really get in trouble for sharing his lunch with Harry. He was still eating his lunch, just not the entire thing. That was Okay, right?

"Is someone taking your lunch?"

"No, Mum. I… I share my lunch. With Harry."

Narcissa's brows drew together as she set the car in PARK in their driveway.

"And Harry's Mum doesn't pack him a lunch of his own?" She asked, turning around in her seat to look directly at her son.

He shook his head, blond hair fanning from the movement. "Harry brings lunch. But his lunch is not as good as our lunch. So we share." he replied earnestly.

"You mean, you and your other friends share your lunches with Harry?"

"Yes. It's good to share, right? Daphy and Ron did it first." He replied, a bit defensive. Draco continued, "Can we go get fish and chips? Or just chips?"

Narcissa pressed her lips together in a thin line, before smiling slightly at her son.

"You'll have baby carrots if you're hungry. And we can go have fish and chips for dinner when your Dad comes home ("Awww, Mum!"). Let's get inside now, I have to talk with Dobby."