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Something disturbs my sleep. I feel yank at my side, tender, but still painful enough to wake me up. I groan and swing.
Another yank. „Potter! Wake up!“ follows in a second. It's Malfoy, of course, who else. What the hell does he want? I’m still half asleep but somehow I manage to get my tired body into sitting position. I rub my eyes and yawn. Then I finally behold blond guy sitting on my bed, staring at me. I give him a really ugly look.
„What do you want, Malfoy?!“ I utter quite edgily, but my words are cut off by long yawn. I really want to sleep. Scorpius gives me a look, that tells me I'm either stupid or really stupid.
„I’m hungry.“ He says and then he’s quiet again. I pull hair away from my face.
„And why should I care? Then eat something.“ I growl as an answer and then I intend to bury myself deeper into blankets and fall asleep again. My intentions are vain.
„Funny.“ Malfoy answers curtly. „We are going to the kitchen.“ And he rises. One of my eyes opens.
„We? Why should I go with you?!“ I whisper angrily. He just stops and looks at me coldly, as if now I am being really stupid.
„We are going to kitchen.“
Though unwillingly, I get up. I feel like his servant but for some reason, I still go. What time is it even?
„Come on, Potter!“ he tells me for several times already. And justly. I walk slowly behind him, more like his shadow than another human being, but I don’t intend to speed up anytime soon. I really, really want to sleep.
„You are gonna starve to death, or what, Malfoy?“ I still utter ironically. He doesn’t even look back. We finally get to the painting of fruit basket. He pushes a pear and the painting swings to the side and shows us hidden entry to the kitchen.
Nobody is in the kitchen this time at night. Even though I still don’t know what time is it. I sit on bench at the table, which elfs have in the kitchen for visitors and meanwhile Scorpius keeps looking for something to eat.
„Malfoy? And why did I have to come with you actually?“ I ask him conversationally, even though I think about how I could sleep right now, if that jerk didn’t wake me up and I didn’t have to come with him here. You had to? You didn’t have to, Albus! But still, you are here.
Malfoy moves himself closer to me and sits down on the bench across. „You are here as a protection, Potter.“
Protection? „Protection?“
„You know, if we got caught, so I had someone to pass the blame on.“
I feel like I’m choking, even though I’m not eating anything right now. I see red. So that was his plan. He knew I was going to follow him like a lost lamb and in the worst case scenario he would throw me to the wolves!
„Scorpius.“ I whisper dangerously. „I’m gonna kill you one day, and if not me, then someone else surely is, and it‘s gonna be cruel and painful death.“
Silence takes a place for a while. Blondie keeps eating his late dinner, or perhaps early breakfast and he’s quiet. After few minutes he swallows last bite.
“I know. But in the mean time, I can still wake you up in the middle of the night and, even though you are visibly upset, you will still come with me to that kitchen, Albus.”
He really is a bastard. And my best friend. What the hell did I get myself into?!