-The reason why it skipped a chapter is that I did a cover vote!

When I woke up Draco was still sleeping. I put on some fresh clothes and walked out of the bedroom, checking to see if anybody else was awake. The sun was out and I opened a window, the cool breeze peeking through. I grabbed some eggs from the fridge and pancake mix from one of the cupboards. I made the pancake batter adding a little bit of sugar and started the stove.

Adrian came out of his room. “What are you making?”

“What does it look like I’m making Pucey?”


My lips pursed into a straight line. “Where’s the waffle maker Adrian?”


“I’m making pancakes.”

“Oh, sweet.” He took a seat at the kitchen island, picking at his cuticles.

“How many do you want?”

“Four please.”

“What are you cooking?” Draco asked, shirtless and his hair ruffled. His v-line showing from the band of his sweats. He snapped his fingers and gave me a wink.

“Making waffles, I think,” Adrian said, scratching his head.

“It’s pancakes, Pucey.”

“Yeah, what Kyra said.”

I rolled my eyes. “How many pancakes do you want?”

“I’ll have two,” he answered. He took a seat next to Adrian as they caught up.

I poured the first scoop, watching as air bubbles appeared at the top of the pancake. I flipped it once I thought it was cooked. It was burnt, completely charred. I let the other side get cooked and plopped it on a plate.

“That looks like shit Kyra,” Adrian said, peering over from where he sat.

“Thank you for the support, Adrian.”

“No problem.”

I poured another scoop of batter into the pan, I flipped it once there were enough holes on the top. It was burnt, again, less than before but still burnt.

“You suck at cooking, it still looks like shit.”

I grabbed the first soggy pancake and walked up to him. “Say it again Adrian, do it.”

“It looks like shit.”

I slapped the cold pancake across his face, making a loud sound. He clutched the side of his cheek and pouted his lip. “You comment about my cooking again, this is going up your ass. Got that?”

“Yes Kyra,” he said looking down. I walked back to the stove and cooked another one when I heard a whimper. “She smacked me Draco, with a pancake,” his voice was quivering.

“It’s okay, she’s mean,” Draco comforted him by rubbing his back. I flipped the pancake and it was perfect. It was golden and crisp, I plopped it on the plate and showed the boys.

“Look at it, it’s perfect.”

“It’s good I guess,” Adrian sighed.

“Do you want it?”

“Oh! I thought you’d never ask.” He ran from his seat and took the plate from my hand galloping back to his seat. Draco chuckled a little before handing the syrup to Adrian. He shot me another wink before I turned to make more pancakes.

Miles came out of his bedroom, Pansy clinging onto his arm. He too was shirtless, and I could now see how he attracted so many girls. “Liner, can you make me and Pansy some too.”

I nodded before turning to make pancakes. I heard Pansy’s flirtatious murmurs from the kitchen island. I flipped the pancake I was working on before turning. Pansy was sitting next to Draco fluttering her eyelashes as she played with his hands. He saw me staring so he got up from his seat and walked towards me, propping himself up on the kitchen counter.

“You know it doesn’t count if you only stopped it once I noticed.”

“Yeah, I know but it’s hard. I just started resisting her like a few hours ago.”

“Hmm, does that mean I could get a massage from Miles or Terence?” I asked, placing another pancake on a plate.

“I never said that.”

“You didn’t need to. You covered them.” I put the pancakes on the island and grabbed myself a glass of water.

“When are we starting the drive?” Miles asked.

“Well, we can start now.”

I walked over to the driver’s seat and started the car. Draco joined me in the passenger seat and started the radio. Everybody else sat in the living room while eating their pancakes.

“I’m sorry,” Draco whispered.

“For what?”

“Yeah, for what?” Terence said from behind us.

Draco jumped in his seat. “Where’d you come from?”

“The room?”

“No shit sherlock.”

“What are you sorry for Draco? What was so important that you were able to put away your pride and apologize to Kyra for?”

“I spilled milk on her, you’re real nosey Higgs.”

“That’s not like you Malfoy, you wouldnt apologize. You’d laugh at her.”

“No, I wouldnt,” Draco huffed.

“Yes, you would.”

“No, I wouldnt.”

“Yes, you would.”

“Terence, can you drive? I’m gonna take a shower, I’ll drive once I’m back.” he nodded his head

and gestured for me to move. I got up and headed back to my room, grabbing the travel shampoo and conditioner, and clothes.

“Are we there yet?” Miles wailed from where he sat on the couch.

“Does it look like we’re there yet?”

“Does it look like we’re there yet,” he mocked under his breath.

“Hey Kyra, can you stop at the next gas station. Alyssa and I need to get a tent,” blaise said, sticking his head out from his room.

“Sure thing, Zabini.” I drove for a while before finding a superstore. I parked the car and everybody left except for Draco. Draco sat in the living room trying to make a card tower.

I walked to the kitchen, taking out noodles and tomato sauce. I boiled a pot of water and added some salt to it.

“What are you making?” Draco asked, his arm resting on one of the counters.



“Because I’m hungry.”

His footsteps lingered behind me before his arms wrapped around my waist. “You smell good,” he murmured in the crook of my neck.

“Why are you smelling me?”

“You just look so beautiful,” he said, placing me on a kitchen counter.

“So you have to smell me?”

“I don’t have to, just want to.” He stood between my legs, his hands placed on my back, his pupils wide.

“Did you smoke something?”

“No, why?”

“Your eyes are blown wide.”

“Maybe it’s just from looking at you.”

“They’ll be back in like 20 minutes.”

“That’s a perfect amount of time.”

“I think you’re mistaken Draco, I’m not a toy. I’m not an item. Control yourself.” I removed myself from the counter and added the noodles to the boiling water.

I put another pan on the stove and added the tomato sauce, adding some spices and salt. A few taps came from the kitchen window. I opened the small window and fathers owl gave me a small note, taking a nip at my finger. He entered the trailer through the window and placed a letter in my hands.

The letter had the family crest and red lettering for my name.

’You were supposed to be back for break, you can’t avoid me forever. Next time you draw money from the vault or message my brother, I will hunt you down. Maybe even send after the Higgs boy. Would you like that? Fenrir should be out soon, he has people waiting. I have people waiting, write back to me or I shall send for you.

Your dearest, Father.′

I ripped the letter to shreds and continued working on the sauce.

Draco cast a repairing charm on the letter before reading it.

“Are you gonna write him back?”

I grabbed the letter and cast inferno, disposing of the ashes in the trash. I conjured a piece of parchment and a pen. I attempted to draw a hand flipping him off but I gave up and settled on just drawing a hand and casting an animation charm, designed to repeatedly flip him off.

‘Your dearest, Kyra Liner.’ I wrote my signature and a smiley face handing the folded parchment to the owl, sending him off with a few coins.

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