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AN: Okay, since the end of the Quidditch league this year, I've slowed down with my updates, so please be patient. They ARE coming.
"You, Mister Potter, have a gift," Theo said to Harry with a smirk as he tucked into the freshly cooked breakfast of eggs and bacon. "You are wasted fighting the dark arts. Your true calling is that of chef."
"Is that so Mister Nott?" Harry asked with a smirk. "Is that so? I thought my calling was to corrupt good little pureblood boys like you into a life of sin."
Theo chuckled with dark amusement, his eyes dancing.
"You should know by now," Theo replied with a smirk "That I was NEVER a good boy. How else do you think I corrupted a straight arrow Gryffindor boy like you?"
"Oh I think I know who corrupted who here," Harry countered with a smirk. "And I'm going to prove it to you," and in one fell swoop, Harry swept Theo up into his arms and carried him upstairs, their breakfast lying forgotten.