Lunch Gone Wrong

AN: So I apologize but I'm going to switch from first person to third. I wanted to try first person but it feels too awkward, and causing delays in my writing. So from here on out the story will be in third person.

Harry hovered in the hall when he heard footsteps on the stairs considering whether to enter the dining room or duck into the sitting room and return upstairs. Finally he sighed. Bloody hell was he an adult or not. He pushed the door open and took a seat at the head of the table and Kreacher stepped towards him.

"Master Harry Potter would like to be served his lunch now?" Kreacher croaked.

"Yes, and set a place for Mister Malfoy as well please." Harry said with a nod just as the door opened behind Harry. He heard soft steps and then Draco had slid into the seat to his right.

Harry had not seen Draco since their awkward conversation the previous morning.

"You got in late last night. I didn't even hear you come in" Draco said a smirk on his face making Harry slightly suspicious.

"Yeah after I got done running about I stopped by Ron and Hermione's. I assume you got the bag of things I left outside your door." Draco's smirk dropped.

"Ah I thought you'd went to make up with Ginger. And yes I received it, thanks."

"Ginger?" Harry said scrunching my face in puzzlement.

"Yes, Ginevra Weasley." Draco replied disdainfully as though it was obvious.

"Oh! I'm used to you calling her Weaslette." Harry said in surprise

"I thought you'd find that disrespectful." Draco replied his eyes sliding from Harry's gaze to the side.

"You care about that?" Harry said his eyebrows raising again in surprise.

"Yes." Draco replied without elaborating but just as Harry was about to ask him to Kreacher arrived with their food. A chunky green mush. Draco opened his mouth but harry minutely shook his head and then thanked Kreacher as he turned, shuffling away.

"What is this?" Draco whispered to Harry when he thought the elf was out of earshot. Spooning some up and tipping it to let it splatter back into the bowl.

Harry sniffed it. "I'm not sure, he must be upset. Kreacher's cooking is always abysmal when he's upset."

"What does he have to be upset about he's a houseelf owned in a Noble house with a master that gives him freedom to ramble about at will and threaten house guests?" Draco asked snidely

"Probably the fact I gave him the night off and told him I'd be fixing dinner." Harry shrugged before poking his tongue out to barely lick at the goopy covered spoon before making a disgusted face. "Blimey this is inedible!"

Draco just stared a moment before looking down at his own bowl. "Will we ever get real food again?"

Harry chuckled. "Of course. I'll give him some extra chores before I go to bed tonight and he'll be right as rain by breakfast. Give me your bowl." Harry stood and held out his hand for the bowl. And Draco looked skeptically at the food before sighing and handing over the bowl.

"Man I hope you're a good cook. I'll be starved by dinner." Draco whined

Again Harry chuckled as he turned towards the kitchen to rinse the unidentified food down the sink. "No worries I'll pop out for Chinese, we'll have to eat in my room though. It's the only room Kreacher won't just wander into without being asked. You go on up and sit by the fire if you like. I'll be back in fifteen."

"What is Chinese?" Draco asked flabbergasted.

"Muggle takeaway food." Harry replied.

"I am not sure what that is but so long as it's food and tastes better than that slop I'll try it." Draco said eyeing the bowls in Harry's hand. Harry nodded and turned

And with that they both left the room. Harry headed to the kitchen and then to retrieve edible food, and Draco curiously headed up stairs to Harry's room.