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All is Fair in Love and Flour
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Draco yawned as he sat up in bed and stretched. The sun was already pouring in through the shutters of his window and for a moment he panicked that he was late for work. He settled once more when he remembered that it was Wednesday and that he had the day off. When he had first started at the small bake house he had expected to work seven days a week however, the shop was always closed on the Christian Sabbath and Maîtresse Dupont had insisted that he also take one day of his choice per week to make up for his long hours.
Wednesday was the town's lesser market day; the primary one being Saturday, which was always the busiest day of his week, and this meant that he was free to rise late, before wandering into the small town centre and purchasing wares from the many stalls. Of course, they didn't have money to waste, and he always made sure that there was enough food to last the three of them for an entire week, before purchasing luxuries such as pastries or cheeses. He had also been secretly squirreling his small change away into a pot at the side of his bed, and he felt excitement grow when he realised that today was the day.
He had seen a beautiful neck scarf on a stall, several weeks before and knew that he had to have it for his mother. Therefore, he had saved and saved; cutting back on the luxuries for himself such as the sweet fruits he was so fond of and instead put away everything he had left from his wages each week.
He got out of bed and had a quick shower before pulling on a pale blue, long sleeved shirt; leaving two buttons open at the top, a pair of dark blue jeans and his brown work boots. He ran his hand through his damp hair, smoothing it back and drying it wandlessly and wordlessly. He grabbed the pot from the side of his bed, plus his wallet with his weeks' wages in and headed downstairs and out of the door, not even bothering to greet Lucius, who was sat up to the dining table with their last bottle of firewhiskey in his hand and a dazed look in his eyes.
Draco wandered up the back street where their cottage was situated and out into the town square. Even though he had risen later than usual, it was still too early for most of the townsfolk to be up and about however, the stalls were already set up and a few early risers were already browsing, clutching paper cups of fresh black coffee and stuffed crêpes, wrapped in silver foil.
He headed straight in the direction of the stall he had spent so many weeks staring at and dumped his jar of coins on the table. He smiled, relieved when the delicate satin scarf he had longed for was brought forwards and he received it with a large smile, a feeling of pride welling up inside of him. He thanked the stall owner and quickly purchased a week's worth of food for his family. He glanced down at the spare coins he held in his hand and then over to the fruit stall that stocked the juiciest peaches he had ever tasted. Without a second thought, he shoved the coins deep down into his pocket and walked past the stall, up towards the florist where he knew he would find Narcissa.
