Harry crept down the corridor, wary of how suspicious he appeared but he didn't waver his steps. He reached out his hand, fingertips gliding over the painting to tickle the pear for entry to the kitchens.
The Golden Boy breathed a sigh of relief, a dorkish smile on his face as he stepped through into the bustling kitchen.
The house-elves rushed around, preparing for the mid day feast. However, that's not what caught Harry's attention.
Draco Malfoy sat on one of the table tops. His long legs crossed elegantly over the other as he happily munched on a cupcake. Icing smearing his cheeks childishly as he talked happily to a house-elf who stood next to him, preparing food as they talked.
Harry stopped short in his steps. Frozen but went unnoticed. Another house elf rushed by, accidentally knocking into Harry.
The elf apologised and rushed off, carrying the over sized crates in their arms.
Harry snapped out of his daze and asked incredulously "Malfoy?"
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In the Kitchens
FanfictionA peckish feeling nipped at Harry Potter's insides. A trip to the kitchen for a snack was highly required. The house elves wouldn't mind. They never did. Normally overjoyed with his presence. But today was different. It wasn't just the house elves...
