TheBankTrain

Morning arrived at Malfoy Manor, bringing with it the familiar routines of the household. Wickett was up early, naturally, and appeared at Potter's bedroom door to conduct his morning inspection. He was delighted to discover that Mr. Potter had slept well and was ready for his duties. As far as the house-elf was concerned, the previous night's arrangements had been an unqualified success. Harry, meanwhile, had rather more pleasant memories to occupy his thoughts. He answered Wickett with courtesy, although the little house-elf remained blissfully unaware of just how much of the evening he had failed to supervise. After breakfast, Harry made his way to the orangery, where Lucius, Narcissa and Dracaena were already seated. An empty place awaited him beside Miss Malfoy. Dracaena looked up from her tea and greeted him with a small, knowing smile. Nothing particularly unusual for a family breakfast, one might think. Except that Harry knew precisely what that smile meant. Once seated beside her, he received a question delivered with the most innocent expression imaginable: “Did you enjoy your evening, Potter?” “Very much, actually.” “How reassuring.” Dracaena returned to her tea, evidently satisfied with his answer. Harry, on the other hand, was discovering that breakfast at Malfoy Manor could be every bit as entertaining as the previous evening. And Wickett? He was probably still congratulating himself on a job well done. 🐍💚 #Malfoid #HarryPotter #Yearning