Potter sighed and petted the krups. "I try not to give him tasks, but that seems to be impossible."
                              
Draco looked at him strangely. That sentence didn't make sense, but Potter motioned him to follow. He led him into the kitchen, which was clean, but in desperate need of a paint job.
                              
"Sit down. It's almost breakfast anyhow. That fine?"
                              
Draco just stared and realized that Potter was asking his opinion. He nodded. Food was food. He learned not to be picky after garbage picking for something to eat. Potter went to work, pulling out eggs, bangers and jam from the icebox. The krups circling under him for scraps, which Potter obliged them occasionally. He fried it all up quickly and made toast, too. Draco watched him, cautiously. He didn't want to let his guard down, since Potter could do anything he wanted to him.
                              
"And here we are," Potter said, dropping a plate of scrambled eggs, bangers and toast in front of him.
                              
Draco looked at him as a set another across the table from him. Potter brought a jug of pumpkin juice to the table and two cups, and then set them on the table in front of him.
                              
"Need anything? All's I got is strawberry jam."
                              
Draco nodded. "It's fine, thank you."
                              
Potter started to eat and Draco grabbed a sausage and took a bite. He nearly choked as he wasn't expecting it to be hot. His tongue was a little scorched, but he didn't care. He didn't get to eat hot food anymore. Sometimes, he got warm food at the homeless shelter. But Potter's was delicious... he had forgotten how fantastic food tastes when it's right off the stove. He finished it quickly and started on the eggs. They were great. Cold eggs were the worst.
                              
However, he realized that Potter stopped eating. Draco looked up at him. Potter was staring at him with a strange expression, with his fork stopped halfway to his mouth. Draco looked back down, blushing. He had been on the streets for too long. He was used to grabbing food with his fingers. He hadn't even noticed the silverware that Potter had put on the plate.
                              
"Sorry," he muttered—strange being taught manners by the uncouth Gryffindor.
                              
"It's okay," Harry said and continued to eat.
                              
Draco took the fork on his plate and awkwardly slid some eggs on it. The muscle memory was coming back, and he remembered how to do it. He quickly finished his food, his belly almost filled for the first time in months... if not the whole year. He almost wished for more and, like Potter had heard his wish, he got up and brought the pan back to the table. He dumped another pile of eggs on his plate and two more bangers.
                              
"There you go. Wasn't sure how hungry you were," Potter said and sat back down.
                              
Draco wasn't even self-conscious about Potter watching him eat. He hadn't had this much food in so long. He finished it all and almost felt a little sick with the strange feeling of being full.
                              
"What more? I can cook more," Potter offered.
                              
Draco shook his head. "This is enough. Thank you."
                              
"It wasn't a problem, Draco."
                              
He shuddered at the name. Why does Potter keep calling me that?
                              
"Besides... these krups eat enough of my socks, they don't need leftovers. Come on... I'll show you to your room. This old townhouse has plenty. It should be relatively clean. I'd put you in the real guest room, but Ron and Hermione usually sleep in there. It's kinda their room."
                              
Draco didn't want to sleep in a bed that Weasley defiled with Granger, who could do better than that blundering idiot. But he wasn't going to turn down a free bed, either. Beggars can't be choosers and he was one.