Chapter 7
Draco was down in the kitchens arguing with his ex-house elf, Dobby.
"Master Draco, sir! Dobby is sure that Master Harry Potter hates honey!"
"But, Dobby! I know Harry likes sweet things! Do we have any chocolates in the basket?"
"Yes, Master Draco! Harry Potter is liking chocolate so Dobby is packing lots. But Dobby is sure Harry Potter is hating honey!" Dobby protested loudly, trying to take the honey jar away from Draco.
"You're sure?" Draco asked skeptically.
Dobby nodded feverently. "Dobby is packing all of Master Harry's and Master Draco's favourite foods! Master Draco must listen to Dobby!"
Draco sighed and accepted the basket from the elf. "Thanks Dobby."
"Dobby is happy that Master Draco is wanting to make Harry Potter happy!"
Draco smiled wanly at Dobby admiring that this house-elf was the only one who could make him feel any traces of guilt. Draco simply shrugged it off.
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Harry rushed around his room, pulling out random shirts and pants before finally deciding on a green turtleneck and long black pants. He pulled a long silvery gray scarf out and wrapped it around his kitty. He pulled on his shoes and ran out into he cold. He laughed happily.
"Harry." Came a voice from behind him. Harry whirled around and stared at Draco.
"Hi?" Draco asked as Harry stared at him as if trying to solve some mystery. ' He couldn't have found out that I don't really like him, could he?' Draco panicked 'Nah…'
Harry finally smiled. "Let's go. I'm hungry."
Draco let out a sigh of relief and smiled back, following Harry into a small cluster of trees.