"But..." Harry started. "You did that wandless magic, didn't you?"
                              
"Umm... yeah..." Malfoy said, bashfully.
                              
"Wow... I didn't even notice. Nonverbal, too, right? Ollivander said that you did all your spells like that."
                              
"It was necessary, living with Death Eaters kept me on my toes."
                              
"That's amazing. He said that it's very difficult to do."
                              
"Most people can't do it," Malfoy said, dumping a circle of batter onto the fry pan. "It takes a lot out of you."
                              
"He said it could have killed you."
                              
"It could have. I didn't really care either way, so that helped." Malfoy flipped the pancakes.
                              
"Can you do any spell?" Harry asked, his curiosity peaked.
                              
"No... it's not that easy. Using a wand helps to focus. Plus there's limits. You take on the negative effects of the casting, where as your wand would have absorbed the feedback."
                              
"There's feedback?" 
                              
"You've felt the aura of your spells before, right Potter? Your Patronus charm? It drains you. Your wand takes most of the feedback, but you still feel drained."
                              
"Yeah... I guess." 
                              
Malfoy dumped the next round of pancake batter on the griddle and rubbed the back of his neck. Harry couldn't help but watch him cook. His long blonde hair was thoroughly tangled and unkempt. Harry liked it like that. Malfoy had always sleeked his hair back neat and tidy. He didn't allow it to be messed up. Harry smiled, his heart quickened.
                              
Draco dropped a plate in front of him. There were four misshapen light brown pancakes on them. Harry was about to ask if he had problems flipping them, when he looked at Malfoy's plate. His were in a neat stack, circular and all of the same size and width. Impressive doing it by hand. Malfoy put the butter and syrup on the table and sat down, buttering his stack.
                              
"Did you... purposely make mine like this?" Harry asked, incredulously. 
                              
"Umm... you said you liked the messed up ones. You can have mine if you want."
                              
"No... I like them... I just... nevermind," Harry said, feeling himself go red.
                              
Draco smirked and didn't say anything, as he ate his perfect stack. Harry plowed through his one at a time. Malfoy took their plates to the sink when he finished.
                              
"Thanks, it was good," Harry said, as Malfoy rinsed their plates. 
                              
"Well, I learned from the best," Draco said, turning to give Harry another smile.
                              
Harry blushed again. What was wrong with him? A few thoughts toward his nightmare and the happy, giddy feelings stopped. He didn't like not being in control of his emotions. 
                              
"Ow!" Draco yelped. He just touched the hot griddle.
                              
"Did you burn yourself?" Harry asked, quickly getting up and walking over to him.
                              
"I didn't expect it to still be hot," Malfoy said, wincing.
                              
"You didn't turn off the burner," Harry stated, turning the knobs.
                              
"I forgot," Malfoy said, grimacing. There was a line across his fingers.
                              
"I can heal it," Harry said, looking at him.
                              
"Okay?" Draco said, like he didn't know why Harry was waiting.
                              
"Well..." Harry started and muttered the Burn-Heal Charm. The welts slowly disappeared. "It was a good charm to know when we were backpacking across England."