A 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 which greeted him. A certain blonde haired Slytherin sat talking to the house elves did too. Draco Malfoy? In the kitchens? What madness has Harry stumbled on?