Chapter 9

Shiiit my head hurts… What happened? I remember Caesar bark and then..

"Caesar!"

"Ow… Don't yell…"

"Harry? What are you doing here?"

"Here? You know where we are?"

"Huh?" Draco looked around and could only gape. They were in a big room and it looked exactly like a hotel room. Harry was lying on one side of a queen size bed and luckily they were lying on each side, not that Draco would have minded a little cuddling. He sat up and stared at the wall in front of them, which was covered by a TV! Draco drooled and quickly stood up and started to kiss the TV while Harry stared at him in disbelief. Harry then himself stood up and went through the corridor that was on one side of the room. There were three doors. The one to the left was a toilet with a Jacuzzi. The door to the right was a kitchen with a small table for two. The door straight ahead was locked and when Harry searched his pockets he realized that he didn't have his wand so he couldn't open it. He frowned and waved his hand, but the door didn't bulge.

"A little rusty without your wand Harry?"

Harry turned and glared at Draco before he gestured to the blond who grinned. He made a big wave with his hand. Nothing. Draco frowned and tried again. And again. He heard Harry starting to snicker behind him and turned to glare at him. Harry was standing with both of his hands over his mouth trying to hold the laughter in but when he saw Draco's glare he just couldn't hold it in and started to laugh, so hard that he had to lean against the wall. Draco scowled at him and then swished past him. Had he been in his robes he would have made Severus proud, he just knew it.

"Hey! Where are you going? We have to get out from this room!"

"Really Potter? You think that we'll get that door open? Whoever locked that door won't open it until they are satisfied. So why don't we sit down, have a nice chat and wait until then?"

Damn bastard has a good point… Harry grumbled but followed Draco into the kitchen. It was big, all in white and had a small, black table with four black chairs around it. Harry stared and then smiled such a big smile that Draco was afraid that he would split his face. The dark haired man started to search through the kitchen squealing and making other weird noises. Draco felt a drop of sweat slowly making its way down his back.

"What's the matter with you?"

Harry froze and then quickly turned around with a frying pan.

"What's that?"

"What's that? This is Tefal Jamie Oliver grill pan! It's one of the best you can get!"

"Okay… What do you do with it?"

"What do you.. Oh for the love of! Come here, I'm going to show you."

Draco hesitantly stood up from his seat at the table and walked up to a almost giddily-looking Harry and stood at his side. Harry held out the pan for him and pointed to a… was it called stove? He placed it down and looked up at Harry, proud of having accomplished the task. Harry sighed and shook his head before he opened the fridge and pulled out some chicken, vegetables and oil. He grinned while he looked inside the fridge because it was full with every single ingredient you could possible want.

"Draco, can you look for some rice?"

"Where?"

"Here in the kitchen." Harry stared at Draco while he started to search through the kitchen and he had to stop himself from drooling when Draco bent down to open a cabinet. He quickly turned around and started to season the chicken and the chop the vegetables.

"I'm thinking grilled chicken and vegetables with rice." Draco nodded while he was searching through a cabinet up high making Harry envy the taller male. Draco pulled out a package full of rice and put it down next to Harry.

"Now, read on the back and measure up water and rice, okay? Just put the water in the pot, not the rice. The water has to boil first."

"Boil?"

Harry sighed and then explained to Draco how he was supposed to do it. They were unaware that they were being watched.

….

"They are so cute!"

"Hey Severus, where's the popcorn?"

"Shut up stupid brats, they are on their way."

Hermione, Ginny, Pansy, McGonagall and Severus were in Hermione's house, watching the couple on their muggle TV. After they had stunned Draco and Harry they had put them in the apartment they had fixed down in the schools dungeons they had raced to her house and settled down on the couch with chips, popcorn, candy and ice cream to enjoy the show.

"Do you think that they'll have sex?"

"Oh I hope so!"

"GINNY!"

"Whaat? I haven't had sex in three months!"

"Do not start to talk about your sex life right now ladies. I do not want to hear it."

Severus sighed and sat down on the couch with the bowl of popcorn in his lap but the bowl was quickly ripped of off his lap. He leaned back and watched as his godson was making what had to be his first own meal. He never thought that he would see the day when Draco Malfoy would cook his own dinner. With Harry Potter. He smiled when he saw Draco throw his head back and laugh. Maybe they were supposed to be together like this? They didn't care about each other's status or money because they had both.

"Hey Harry, is it done now?" Harry looked over the pot and nodded before he turned back and turned the vegetables. He smiled and flipped them onto a plate while the clock ringed, signaling that the chicken in the oven was done too.

"Draco, can you set the table?"

"Fine." Harry smiled at Draco before he caught himself. Here they were, two former enemies locked inside an apartment and cooking dinner together. But he felt that he really didn't care, because he just knew that someone he knew must have locked them in and that meant that they were okay with this. That they could become friends. (Like you know, reeeaally dense…)

They sat down and Harry filled Draco's plate first before he took his share too. They ate in silence and Draco was awed. This was something he had done on his own, his first meal. Harry and he had done it together. It made a smile break out on his face and he happily wolfed the food down ignoring Harry's snicker. Soon the food was cleaned up and Harry stood up and washed his plate off. Draco stood up and stared as Harry floated through the kitchen, cleaning and putting things away.

"Do you… need some help?"

Harry stopped and then turned to Draco and smiled, shaking his head.

"You can go, I don't want you to overexert yourself." Draco smirked and almost ran out from the kitchen. Harry laughed for himself and started to wash things up. Soon he was done and walked out from the kitchen towards the bedroom. He found Draco on the bed, control in hand and staring at the big TV. He snickered and the hesitantly looked around. Draco didn't take his eyes of the screen but petted the bed next to him. Harry smiled and shyly climbed onto the bed and lay down next to Draco who pulled him closer with one hand. Together they watched a late movie and it wasn't long before they were asleep in each other's arms.