A/N: I know this is a short chapter, but my ideas for this story is limited and I think I'm going to end off this story in maybe six more chapters and probably with Harry making his first cd. Maybe Draco will become a thespian too. Who knows! I sure don't. Well, give me feed back, and feed me ideas on this. As I said, this is a short little side story and I hope you'll like it.

"Eat you fucking bastard."Draco'sfrustration showed through while heshoved some food towards the underfed young man before him.

"I told you, I'm not hungry."

"You skin and bones, a starving yourself to death is not an option."

"I'm not starving myself, I'm just not hungry."

Draco poked Harry through his hole ridden shirt and Harry winced feeling a nail nick a barely skinned rib. "Fine." Draco nodded satisfied as the young man started to reluctantly eat his thick soup. They were sitting in the kitchen and Draco had an apron wrapped around his torso. Cooking was the only thing he had been allowed to learn the muggle way. And right now, Harry was eating his potato and ham soup, with some lovely red peppers in it.

"Good?" He asked and Harry nodded while taking another bite vigorously. Okay, so maybe he was a bit hungry, if only a wee bit. Draco smirked as Harry continued to wolf down the food. "'Thank you Draco. You're the best friend in the world.'" Draco mimicked Harry in a ridiculously high pitch voice.

A second later a spoon had cracked down over his head, "Now, now." Harry grinned viciously. "We don't want to be mean do we?" His grin turned to a smirk as Draco glared at him. "Oh, don't glare at me my little phoenix. You're face is going to stick that way one day." Harry said in a great aunt tone and a tug on his cheeks.

"Bastard."

"Ponce."

"Dick."

"Prick."

"Golden boy."

"Pretty boy."

"Gryffindor."

"Slytherin."

They glared at each other heatedly. "Aw, is the ferret angry?" Harry asked mockingly. Draco lost his composure and ended up pouncing on Harry in a mad grappling match. Once Draco had Harry pinned on the floor Harry' face broke into a grin and he started laughing heartedly causing a start from Draco.

"What are you laughing at Potter?" He sneered getting off the other boy.

"You can't look that fierce when you have," Harry reached up and pulled a clump out of his hair, "Potato and ham in your hair." Draco stared at the other boy mortified.

"My hair?" He asked almost sounding fearful. Harry nodded and tugged Draco down to sit by him, and Harry took up the painstaking task of getting every last piece of food out of Draco's platinum locks.

"That wasn't that bad was it?" Harry asked evenly once the hair was it's usual food free nation.

"I'm going to brutally kill you, bring you back to life, then kill you again." Draco threatened still miffed over his hair.

"You're vainer than a fox, you know that?" Harry asked half amused while clearing the small table of their dishes and bringing them over to the sink. Cleaning his dishes Harry put them on the drying wrack and turned wiping his hands off on a nearby towel, only to get an apron in the face. Draco stood up with all his Malfoy grace and nearly swaggered past the other boy. "A Malfoy I never vain, he is just well groomed." Harry grinned and shook his head putting the apron back on it's wall hanger and followed his friend out of the kitchen.

Turning back to Draco, Harry waved goodbye and started in the opposite direction. With long strides Draco soon caught up with him, "Where are you going?"

"Vocal practice." Harry replied, "There's a voice teacher down in Hogsmeade I see often." He gave Draco a side long glance while they turned the corner, "You don't even attempt the song I sang without having professional tutoring." Draco nodded slowly, it never occurred to him that people that sang well, had a voice teacher. Heading up to the higher levels still Draco asked, "So what does she teach you?"

"She teaches me how to not ruin my voice when I sing, how to prefect and hit the notes I otherwise wouldn't be able to." He shook his head, "Not saying that she extends my range, she just brings out my full potential." Draco nodded, "Among other things, she just helps me relax, musical theatre has always been a great release for me." Harry grinned as they just reached the landing of the doors to the entrance hall, "If anything else, instead of 'Golden Boy' you should have called me 'Thespian Boy.'"

"Thespian?" Draco asked curiously despite himself.

"Someone who is obsessed with theatre.

"Ah."

Draco followed him all the way to the voice teacher's house then sat outside to wait for his friend.