Chapter 16 The Eve Before Dawn
Draco Malfoy opened his eyes suddenly, rudely interrupted by the sharp and piercing doorbell. The brain nerves that had to wake up from the deep sleep were jumping unhappily in Draco's head.
Draco closed his eyes tightly, turned around and buried his entire cheek in the soft swan pillow, trying to fall into a dream again.
But the annoying ringtone kept echoing in his ears like a curse, and a surge of anger rose in his chest.
"Damn doorbell!" He grabbed the swan pillow in displeasure and slammed it against the door.
He rubbed his throbbing forehead hard, trying to ignore the shrill doorbell, but it was like a sharp knife, each blow cutting precisely into his nerves.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he sat up, grabbed the quilt on his body, and pulled it hard towards the door.
The heavy blanket fell to the floor with a dull thud before it could even fly over the bedside cabinet, but it did not stop the annoying ringing.
Draco took a deep breath and tried to calm his anger. He knew he had to open the damn door now, but he really didn't want to. Draco had gone to bed very late last night and didn't want to leave his warm bed at all.
But in order to stop the damn doorbell, which was an endless torture to his nerves, he slowly put on his slippers and walked out of the room with a thundercloud face.
He suddenly opened the door, facing a cold wind mixed with the scent of morning dew, and glared at the visitor in front of him, his eyes revealing obvious dissatisfaction and anger.
The first thing that caught my eye was the big, dazzling smiling face on the red down jacket. I remembered that there was indeed someone who liked this style of dressing very much.
Draco's vision gradually slid upwards from the dark blue sneakers at the bottom, finally settling on that face that shone brightly no matter what expression it had.
"Potter, you'd better have something important to do, otherwise I won't let you go easily!" Draco said coldly, his tone full of threats.
However, he secretly prayed in his heart that Harry Potter's interruption this time was not accompanied by his protective desire, which he would never overuse.
Harry accepted Draco's attitude of being full of gunpowder and about to explode well, and raised his breakfast in his hand very calmly: "Hi, morning! Draco, can I come in?"
"I'm not high." Draco was stunned at first, then quickly restrained his expression, pouted, stepped back and said, "Thank you for your concern, but I don't need it."
"Hurry up and don't be polite. The breakfast I just bought is about to get cold."
With that, Harry pushed the door open without hesitation and walked straight towards the kitchen.
"Damn it! It's my vacation, I shouldn't have caused trouble for myself before." Draco collapsed, covering his face with his hands and leaning back against the closed door.
Ten minutes later, Draco, dressed neatly and wearing a tie, walked out of the room. Seeing Harry sitting at the dining table with his cheek in his hand and looking up, he couldn't help but glare at him.
Draco silently pulled out the chair opposite Harry and sat down with a nonchalant air. His eyes met his, and he wanted to escape, but with the help of his growing strange psychology, he bravely looked back.
It wasn't until Harry couldn't help laughing that he noticed the two of them had been staring at each other for a long time.
Countless questions were like boiling water, bubbling and stirring his heart, but he insisted on waiting to see what Harry would say in the first sentence.
However, the person who spoke before Harry did was the kitchen. The microwave oven suddenly made a ding sound. Harry seemed to have just reacted and rushed into the kitchen with a look of sudden realization on his face.
Draco watched in astonishment as Harry came out of the kitchen and brought in two plates of steaming fried eggs and toast. Two glasses of milk were then placed on the table with the sound of glass tapping against each other.
"Try this, Draco." Harry picked up the freshly cut fried egg with a fork, put it in his mouth and chewed it for a few times. Then he looked up and winked at Draco, pointing to the one on his plate and said, "I made it. It tastes pretty good."
Draco hesitated. He was indeed hungry, and Harry's omelette did look tempting.
But he was struggling in his heart. He didn't know whether he should accept Harry's kindness when he already knew that this was not something Harry brought from outside.
He didn't want Harry to think that he had taken Harry house hunting just to use him as a house-elf.
"Thank you." Draco finally accepted the new move gift, picked up a small piece of fried egg, put it in his mouth and chewed it.
"How is it? Doesn't it taste good?" Harry put down his fork and stared at Draco proudly, waiting for the expected praise.
"Yeah." Draco raised his eyebrows, raised his chin proudly, and unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth upwards. "Not bad."
Draco commented coldly, but the fried egg he picked up was bigger than the last one, and he ate it at a noticeably faster speed.
Harry could even see satisfaction in the guy's brows and eyes.
Harry couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, but then he put his smile back and asked in a serious tone, "It seems I still need to work harder?"
"Well, but until your cooking skills are perfected, I'll just be your food taster." Draco looked at Harry with a stern look, his tone a bit arrogant, but the speed at which he attacked the plate with the fork in his hand was not slow at all.
At the same time, he pretended to be nonchalant and pushed the gift bag next to him over: "Remember to make an appointment next time. I don't want to casually receive some unimportant people so early in the morning." But his ears seemed to be dyed with spring colors by the cold wind.
"Malfoy! Am I someone insignificant?" Harry was immediately displeased when he heard Draco's words. He didn't even look at the gift bag before he started arguing with him.
He was worried that a young nobleman like him would be wronged because he had just arrived, so he came to bring him breakfast early in the morning.
It turned out that in his eyes, he was still an insignificant person, which made him very angry.
Harry simply rolled up the gift bag on the table in his hands, roughly opened the package, and was ready to take out anything that didn't suit his taste and throw it in Draco's face, so that he could also taste how he felt at the moment.
"Key?" Harry opened the box, and his angry expression instantly turned into surprise and shame.
A black and gold key lay quietly at the bottom of the box.
This is the key to Draco's current apartment, as can be seen from the pattern on it.
Harry felt his hand holding the gift box suddenly get hot, and he suddenly didn't know what to say.
"You're not being sentimental, are you, Brot?" Draco glimpsed Harry's unusual behavior and immediately guessed something, so he sneered and added, "The key is so that next time you come, you won't use that damn doorbell to murder me like you did today. But before that, you must make an appointment in advance. If you barge in like a headless fly again like today, I will turn you into a pig's head."
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