angry is better anything is better than this
when drao omes to again, the piees of panake on his pte have gone old harry’s already on his third
“wipe that syrup off your fae, potter,” is drao’s way of greeting him
harry does it automatially, out of shok and embarrassment “you’re bak,” he states dumbly
“i didn’t leave,” drao mutters, gring at his pte harry doesn’t know if drao’s gring at it out of spite, or if he remembers that it wasn’t ut up thirty minutes ago and is now trying 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 awkwardness of talking he nods while hewing
drao goes bak to gring at the panakes, and harry finishes his third panake mehanially one he’s done and there’s nothing left 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 want me to 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 you’re feeding me breakfast”
he raises an arm and tries to url his fingers around the fork again
it’s slow and it’s shaky, but drao’s there and he’s trying, so harry gets another panake and respetfully looks away
he’s not really hungry anymore in fat, he’s fuking full, but he likes this, eating panakes like this by the time he’s finished eating the fourth, drao has managed to swallow three piees there’s syrup on his p and the front of his nightgown, and there’s also some dripping 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 stands up before the squeezing pain in his hest an settle, and he goes around the table so he an pik up the fork near drao’s feet
on his way up, he gnes at drao’s fae there is no reognin, no life, but there is syrup at the orner of his mouth
harry sighs and reahes for a napkin “you’re the one who should wipe the syrup off your fae,” he mutters and gently dabs at drao’s heek
it’s definitely weird, taking 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, and eat the breakfast that malfoy doesn’t eat
but he wipes the syrup off of drao’s mouth anyway, and his arm, and then searhes for his wand in his poket to harm drao’s lothes lean
“what do you mean you didn’t leave?” harry asks twenty minutes ter when drao’s bak and the panakes and the mess on the table had diseared with a pop two steaming mugs of tea have reped them
drao looks at him wearily, as if he’s weighing whether he should agree to engage in ivil n with him in the end, he sighs and talks “it’s…hazy but i still know what’s hening sometimes don’t think i didn’t see you wiping my fae like a hild, potter don’t ever do that again”
“should i have just left the syrup on your fae?”
drao snorts “you should have just left, ped”
“the panakes weren’t going to eat themselves,” harry defends
“don’t you have enough panakes with those weasels? i’m sure the weaslette would love to fall all over your feet and hand feed you”
it’s an attempt to get under his skin, and it works, beause everything that drao says works, but harry tries his best to stamp down his irritan “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 irritating git he almost wants to rise up to the bait “panakes were fred’s favourite they haven’t ooked them sine…well, you know”
he looks at drao then, and isn’t prepared for the shame that’s evident on his fae
he isn’t surprised when, moments ter, the expresn on drao’s fae melts away and his body goes sk
“fred isn’t your fault, you know,” harry says, an hour ter, when drao omes bak
he’s figured it out, somewhat the things that make drao disear but although drao doesn’t seem to like talking about the things that he did or the things he thinks that hened beause of it, harry thinks that maybe, drao needs to talk 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 spend the rest of the m when drao’s gone, harry writes a letter for herne he tells her that she’ll be proud of the fat that he’s been studying he also tells her, for the first time, that drao malfoy is out of azkaban and that harry’s been looking after him
《宅书屋》om
