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A/N Thankies for all the reviews , I know this chapter kinda is weird but.. Its how it came out -yawns- oki now that my mind is now offically no longer working I'll let you read it.
Harry woke up early in the morning for what reason, he didn't know. Usually on a day off of work he slept until 1:00 in the afternoon, but today he was up at, he looked over to the clock beside his bedside table, six o'clock in the bloody morning! What was wrong with him?
Harry got up out of his bed, and was surprised to feel the blast of cold air on his bare chest. He shivered, searching his dark room for a shirt. He had no such luck. 'They must all be dirty…' Harry thought, his mind still somewhere in the dream world as he walked out of his room.
When Harry's groggy state of mind lifted, he realized he was very hungry. Harry searched his mind for something to eat, and thought he smelt pancakes. Looking into his kitchen, no one was there; he didn't know why he smelt pancakes.
He decided he might as well make them, forgetting it wasn't him who enjoyed eating pancakes, it was one Draco Malfoy who had always loved munching down on them. Harry rarely ever ate the food, finding it bland for some reason, always taking a bite and finding himself full after said one bite.
Harry searched through his cupboards, doubting very much he had all the ingredients to make pancakes, and was surprised when he found he DID have those ingredients. "Okay now what was it…" Harry searched through his memory, thinking of what measurements were right for flour to make pancakes.
"Fuck I can't remember…" Harry said, searching through his cupboards for a box of recipes Hermione had given him. She was always giving him those damn books, trying to make sure he had a healthy meal. He didn't know why she felt she had to take that responsibility on herself, and he didn't much care. Whatever made her happy.
Ah hah! Harry found a grey box with a bunch of cue cards in them, catorgized neatly by Hermione of course. He searched for the 'P' section and after the many recipes for 'pies' he found the one for pancakes.
He took it out, and started to measure the flour out into a measuring cup. 'One cup of flour, three tablespoons of sugar, half a tea spoon of baking soda…' It was easy enough to make the batter, stirring it in a bowl with his whisk from the small cupboard under the sink.
It had been a wonder that he had found all the things to make pancakes with, he was usually too lazy to cook and opted to not eat anything at all. One would wonder if Harry was under a spell, or if he truly was very hungry.
Harry reached up above his stove to a cupboard, very little used since it held the frying pan, and picked out his frying pan by the handle. He set it down on his stove, and dug out the butter from the contents of his fridge.
He slathered a bit of butter onto the pan, turning the stove onto the number '5' and poured the batter onto the pan to make a medium sized pancake. He let it heat, when he heard a sound come from behind him.
Harry whirled around and stared at the fully dressed man in front of him and, very embarrassingly, realized he had forgotten to get dressed while he was making his breakfast.
He noticed his kitchen counter was very messy, with flour and various other containers littering it. That didn't matter much to him, although he would have to put it all away again, which would suck, but he did have a guest over so probably shouldn't let his apartment get too messy!
"Er… I had a craving for pancakes… you want one?" Harry asked, looking at the blonde and trying to force down the blush that was most definitely trying to make its way to his cheeks.
Draco was busy trying not to stare at Harry, who was showing far too much skin then should be allowed so early in the morning. "Yeah, thought you said you liked to sleep in?" Draco asked, Harry shrugged.
"Yeah, I woke up early and I had a craving suddenly for pancakes. I don't make them often." Harry responded, flipping the pancake onto a plate he had already gotten out earlier. "Syrup should be in the fridge, I think."
Draco raised his eyebrow at the 'I think' but went to the fridge to get out a bottle of syrup, which looked like it had never been used in this millennium. 'What the hell, Harry? Do you starve yourself on most days?' Draco thought, wanting to berate the man before him but didn't know if he should, he felt almost like a stranger around Harry already.
"Just one for you?" Harry asked, knowing that's all he would eat. Draco shook his head.
"No three if you can make it." Draco said, giving Harry a toothy smile when shocked green eyes looked up at him.
"Three? I can't even eat one without feeling very full." Harry responded, and Draco looked at Harry. Sure Harry was thin, but he wasn't starving himself .. Right? Thing was, Draco was starting to bet Harry wasn't eating properly at all.
"I love pancakes, what can I say?" Draco responded, taking out a glass of fruit punch from Harry's fridge. It looked like the only thing that was half full. Harry shrugged, making three more pancakes, hoping he wasn't over cooking them or under cooking them.
He shoved the plate towards Draco, who picked it up and went to stuff himself full of pancakes. Harry made himself one more, making sure it wasn't that big, he didn't know if his stomach could take eating such a large breakfast.
They ate in silence, Harry looking at Draco, before wondering what he would want to do today. "So what do you want to do today, I'm sure we can think of something…" Harry started before Draco decided to cut him off.
"Oh I would love to go to Diagon Alley or some muggle mall!" Draco said happily, Harry looked shocked at Draco. Draco wanting to go to a mall was wrong, he knew this, he didn't know why he knew it was wrong and weird, he just knew.
"You WANT to go to a muggle mall?" Harry asked, not being able to contain the shock in his voice. Draco smirked at Harry. 'Guess he does remember some things about me!' Draco thought, feeling a little happier then last night.
"Yeah, surprisingly enough they can have good clothes, and good shops." Draco told Harry, who rolled his eyes, and Draco felt familiarity again. Harry would always roll his eyes at Draco when it came to the subject of muggles, and he had done it again.
"I guess we could go to the mall around here, take the bus." Harry said. Draco nodded, not being able to contain how happy he was. He was going to do something with this idiot, and they were going to have fun!
Harry washed the plates and put away the stuff he had made the pancakes with. He noticed he was still undressed, and felt rather embarrassed for it. He probably looked like some slob! Little did Harry realize Draco kept looking over to sneak a glance at his bum, but that can stay a secret for now.
Harry went into his room and picked up a black shirt from the 'clean pile' on his floor. Also from the pile he picked up a pair of jeans and slipped them on. He wasn't one to care about fashion, but he did prefer the darker colours. The chains on his one pair of pants always came in use as well.
Harry picked up a collar from his dresser and put it on his neck, feeling it would look good for today. He walked out of his dark room, and went over to the door. Draco stood there in a jacket, looking at Harry oddly. "What?" Harry asked and Draco pointed to his collar, brushing his fingertips over Harry's neck.
Harry flinched slightly, and at the same time wanted more of that touch. A very conflicting feeling, one he didn't want to contemplate. "Oh, my collar? I just like it…" Harry let out a weak laugh. Draco nodded, not really hearing Harry talk.
The collar seemed to take up most of his attention.
Finally Draco got out of his small 'spell' and looked up at Harry with a small smile. "Well, after you." Draco said and Harry broke out into laughter, letting himself out of his apartment, nearly missing the whispered 'Mademoiselle' in his ear.
Harry didn't know if he liked a breath to be that close to his ears, but he didn't like being called a lady, so he would have to get back at Draco for that. He might as well forget the touching, not like it meant anything, right?
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