Aer. Anythihan this.
Wheo again, the piees of panake on his pte have gone old. Harry’s already on his third.
& syrup off your fae, Potter,” is Drao’s way him.
Harry does it automatially, out of shok and embarrassment. “You’re bak,” he states dumbly.
“I didn’t leave,” Dra at his pte. Harry doesn’t knring at it out of spite, or if he remembers that it wasn’t ut up thirty minutes ago and is n to reall how it got to that state. Finally, Drao raises weary eyes at him and asks, “Did you just slie my panakes?”
Harry shoves more panakes in his mouth, just to save him the awkwardalking. He nods while hewing.
Drao goes bak t at the panakes, and Harry fihird panake mehanially. One he’s dohi on his pte for him to stuff his mouth with (and there’s no more exuse for him to shut up), he tries, “Do you wao feed you?”
He braes himself, readies himself to stand up and run should a fork ome for his head, but Drao just snorts and looks at him pointedly. “Weasel’s going to have an aneurysm from ughing too muh if he finds out that y me breakfast.”
He raises an arm ao url his fingers around the fain.
It’s slow and it’s shaky, but Drao’s there arying, sets another panake afully looks away.
& really hungry a, he’s fuking full, but he likes this, eatihis. By the time he’s fihe fourth, Drao has mao swallow three piees. There’s syrup on his p a of his nightgown, and there’s als down his arm, but Harry respetfully looks away from that, too.
Drao makes it through half of his pte, before the fork slips from his fingers and nks loudly on the marble floor of his balony, and Harry looks up at him, ready to ask if he should get it for him, but Drao’s gone again.
His gaze is vaant, staring bnkly at his pte.
Harry stahe squeezing pain itle, and he goes arouable so he an pik up the fork near Drao’s feet.
On his , he g Drao’s fae. There is iohere is syrup at the orner of his mouth.
Harry sighs and reahes for a napkihe one who should wipe the syrup off your fae,” he mutters aly dabs at Drao’s heek.
It’s defiaking are of Drao Malfoy.
Or, well, he isn’t really supposed to be taking are of Drao Malfoy. He’s just really here to keep him ompany, avoid the media while he’s at it, ahe breakfast that Malfoy does.
But he wipes the syrup off of Drao’s mouth anyway, and his arm, and then searhes for his wand io harm Drao’s lothes lean.
“What do you mean you didn’t leave?” Harry asks tweer when Drao’s bak and the pahe mess oable had disappeared . Two steaming mugs of tea have reped them.
Drao looks at him wearily, as if he’s weighiher he shage in ivil oion with him. In the end, he sighs and talks. “It’s…hazy. But I still knoeimes. Don’t think I didn’t see you wiping my fae like a hild, Potter. Do again.”
“Should I have just left the syrup on your fae?”
Drao snorts. “You should have just left, period.”
“The pa goihemselves,” Harry defends.
“Don’t you have enough pahose weasels? I’m sure the Weaslette would love to fall all over your feet and hand feed you.”
It’s ao get under his skin, and it works, beause everything that Drao says works, but Harry tries his best to stamp down his irritation. “Don’t all them that.”
“I’ll all them whatever I like.”
Harry sighs loudly. He has fotten what it’s like, to have Drao Malfoy be suh an irritati wants to rise up to the bait. “Panakes were Fred’s favourite. They havehem sine…Well, you know.”
& Drao then, and isn’t prepared for the shame that’s evident on his fae.
& surprised wheer, the expression on Drao’s fae melts away and his body goes sk.
& your fault, you know,” Harry says, an hour ter, when Drao omes bak.
He’s figured it out, somewhat. The things that make Drao disappear. But although Drao doeso like talking about the things that he did or the thihat happe, Harry thinks that maybe, Drao alk about it.
“I know.”
“Do you?”
Drao doesn’t answer. He looks away. “So that’s why you’ve been oming here, beause of the k of panakes?”
Harry shoots him a grin. “You got me.”
And that’s how they spehe m. When Drao’s gone, Harry writes a letter for Hermiohat she’ll be proud of the fat that he’s been studyiells her, for the first time, that Drao Malfoy is out of Azkaban and that Harry’s been looking after him.