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Angel in the Kitchen
Chapter 3
In the darkness he could feel his lover’s touches and hear their soft whispers in his ear. Harry moaned as the feather soft lips kissed their way down his neck. He could smell lilies mixed with musk and sex. Harry was panting harder as strong hands were now roaming his body ignoring the part of him that desperately wanted release. He wanted to touch his lover and kiss them but his hands were tied. He could hear the deep laughter of his lover at his dilemma. Harry felt a hand on his cheek turning his face so that his emerald eyes met cold steel grey eyes.
“Not even in your dreams Potter.”
“Shit!” Harry Woke with a start and a raging hard on. How he hated this erotic dreams of the Prized Slytherin Prince. Harry was ever so happy that Seventh years were allowed to have their own rooms. This way no saw him make a fool of himself in the middle of the night. The Gryffindor glanced around the room and noticed it was raining feathers. He had blown up every pillow in the room again. Harry had to put wards around his room to contain his magical out bursts at night when his dreams tended to rule his magic. He received a boost in magic after killing Voldemort which made him more powerful. ‘To bad it didn’t make me smarter, because then I wouldn’t be dreaming about a guy who hates the sight of me.’
“Tempus. Bullocks it’s 5 in the morning.” Harry waved a hand and the pillows pulled themselves back together. “Well I guess its good wandless magic practice, but I can’t go back to sleep I don’t want to dream again.” Harry dress in sweat pants and a KISS t-shirt that Remus had got him for his birthday. Then he pulled out something from his trunk before slipping on trainers and heading out the door.
This was the best time a day all was quite and serine. No one was up and the air always smelled better. He had been enjoying these mornings more and more lately thanks to the unwanted dreams of his that always left him unsatisfied and full of nervous energy. When he lived with the Dursleys they made use of energy by making him do chores from sun up to sun down. Well he couldn’t really do that at Hogwarts but there was one thing he could do with much protest from the house elves. Harry loved to cook and what better way to get rid of this energy than to cook for Hogwarts’ student body? The First time he did this it nearly set the elves in a panic till Harry started commanding them like an army ordering them to do things from preparing ingredients to fetching meats and flipping pancakes. After that he had little protest from the little workers and they kept his little nervous habit a secret.
“Morning Dobby.” Harry said as he entered the kitchen.
“Harry Potter Sir! Harry Potter is Up early again!”
“Yeah I can’t sleep. So I thought I’d work on Breakfast instead.” Harry smiled as he adorned on the patch apron that Dobby made him last year for Christmas. Then he rubbed his hands together excited about the challenge of cooking. “Let’s get to work.”
XxxXxx
Draco Malfoy was not a happy Slytherin. First of all he was still upset about losing to Lavender Brown! Oh the humiliation of losing to the future Fashion editor of Witch weekly. Then he was told that he had to perform for that eyesore of a talent show that happened every spring! Singing was not the problem singing in front of the school was, add the fact he didn’t know any muggle songs and it equals disaster! To top the off this fabulous evening he had to have the most erotic dream about the Gryffindor Golden Boy.
“Whoa Draco maybe you should go back to bed and try again.” Blaise nearly jumped when he saw the Slytherin Prince looking way less than perfect.
“Shut up Zabini.” Draco Snapped as he stalked out to the great hall.
“Your blood sugar is just low we’ll get you some chocolate.” The Italian ran after his best friend.
“Since when do they sever Chocolate for breakfast Blaise?” snarled Draco.
“Since this morning. I don’t know what got into the elves but breakfast is fantastic! You better hurry if you want any of the Chocolate chip pancakes or the Cinnamon French toast or the homemade beagles or the…”
“I get it! You had a wonderful breakfast. Now leave me to eat in peace!” Draco snapped at his house mate before stalking to the Slytherin table. He sat down in such a foul mood that the younger years finished their meal quickly just to get away from him. He piled his plate not really looking at what he was grabbing as Played back the dreaming in his mind.
“Oh… Draco, are you dreaming of me again?” Harry laughed as he nibbled his way down Draco’s chest. Harry was stroking his body in all the right places to make him moan and whimper with pleasure. He could smell Harry’s unique Musk mixed with Vanilla and cinnamon scent. Those rose petal soft lips kissed his one more time before saying “You must be a masochist to dream of what you can never have.”
That was when he woke up with a raging erection with not relief in sight. He growl as he stabbed his breakfast willing the images away from him thoughts, but one bite of the French toast had the dream coming back at full force. The French toast practically melted on his tongue and the flavor of vanilla and cinnamon over whelmed him. This was Harry’s taste, just like in his dream. Draco devoured two plates of French toast and was sadden that there was no more in the hall. Blaise had been right this morning’s breakfast was so good that everyone was looking sad that the food was all gone.
“If this was just breakfast I can’t wait for dinner!” Draco heard the weasel say as he was thinking the same thing. Then Draco sneered in disgust at agreeing with the Gryffindor.
“Hey Drackie!” Pansy Squealed in a high pitched voice that she knew Draco hated.
“What do you want?”
“Boy aren’t you just a ray of sunshine.”
“Spit it out Parkinson.”
“Fine after you’re finished here I need you and the other boy to come to the ROR for Practice. I want you all to sound perfect at the Talent Show. Don’t worry I have the songs all picked out.”
“And what do you know about Muggle music?”
“Sometimes it pays to know a Gryffidork. Besides this will be a good chance to get Potter to notice you.”
“Lower you voice Parkinson.” Draco hissed and scanned the room with his eyes to see if anyone was watching. “What makes you think I want to get his attention?”
“Draco, darling, you have been my best friend since we were in nappies you can’t lie or hide anything from me. Anyways you never know he might like you back.”
“Yes I’m sure he’s harboring an unrequited love for me. Whatever Parkinson let’s go rehearse your damn songs so you can leave me in peace.” Draco got up and stalked from the Hall.
“You never know Draco, you never know.” Pansy smirked as she followed him to the ROR.
XxxXxxXxx
Harry couldn’t believe how energized he was. As soon as breakfast was over and the Elves were cleaning up Harry started on making Bread rolled for sandwiches. He pounded his fist into the dough trying to diminish the stress of energy. He even started work on supper using a few of his own recipes. He had three roasts cooking that he was going to use in his hunter stew. The kitchen started to really heat up with all the baking and roasting that Harry abounded his shirt was wearing just his apron and sweat pants.
“If Malfoy saw you right now he’d jump you.”
“AHHH!” Harry jumped at the intruder.
“Relax Harry it’s just me.”
“Hermione what are you doing here?” Harry Glared as he continued to make rolls.
“I figure it was you who made breakfast this morning only you could make Chocolate-chip pancakes like that. It was delicious by the way.”
“You’re welcome. Now why are you here? I’m really busy today.” The Gryffindor refused to be detoured from his task.
“I was looking for you to give your the rehearsal schedule, but it can wait till tomorrow since you are working out your sexual frustrations out by cooking enough for an army or two.”
“Hermione! I am not sexually frustrated! I just couldn’t sleep that’s all, just extra energy and magic nothing more.”
“And you casting longing looks at Malfoy has nothing to do with your lack of sleep.”
“No Malfoy is not the reason I can’t sleep, and I do not giving him longing looks at him.”
“Sure you don’t Harry. Anyways during the wonderful breakfast you severed the boys have decided who’s playing which part.”
“Let me guess. Since I am the shortest in our year it’s only fair that they give me the staring role as Meg.”
“That and you look feminine with the voice of an angel.” Hermione Smiled brightly.
“What?! I do not look Feminine!”
“Anyways Lavender is making your costumes so tomorrow you need to be measured. I’m sorry Harry I did try to make this punishment easy on you.”
“If you wanted to go easy on me you wouldn’t have signed us up for the show. Why did it have to be that movie and those songs?” Harry growled as he shoved a tray of rolls into the oven and set a magic timer.
“We were going for a Greek theme and well it just turned out that way.” Hermione lied. She hated lying but she hated seeing her best friend sad more.
Flash Back-----
“You know Granger we could use this show as a way together Potter and Draco.”
“What are you talking about Parkinson?”
“Oh Come on you can’t tell he that you haven’t notice they act like 3rd years crushing on each other but too stupid to do anything about it.”
“Oh I know that they are crushing on each other Harry has been driving me crazy with his denial and his moping around the common room. What I was referring to was how we can use the show to get them together.”
“Well I’ve herd the Muggle expression ‘Sing your heart out’ and I think that they should do just that.” Pansy grinned with glee.
“Hermione she has a point. Harry is a great singer!” Lavender exclaimed really liking this idea. “He just needs the right song.”
“The right love song.” Added Padma.
“I know! I saw a movie it was called Hercules! They sang in it and it had the perfect song for Harry to sing!” Hanna Shouted.
“Hanna I saw that movie that song is sung by a girl.” Hermione glared in defense of her best friend.
“That’s true but you have to admit Harry sometimes does look like a girl.” Hermione couldn’t argue that and the other girls were nodding their heads in agreement.
“Fine Hercules it is but what about Malfoy?”
“We’re going to make them sing muggle Rock and Roll but only songs the say what Draco is really thinking.” Daphne smirked. “Do you think you can help us out Granger?”
“I think I know a few songs that fit Malfoy and Harry to a T.” the Gryffindor smirked back as she was really getting into the plan.
“Good Now all we have to do is kick their arses again.” Pansy grinned
End Flashback-----
“Yeah right, what did I do to you girls to be humiliated like this?”
“Harry we were doing this to all the boys I’m sorry you got caught in the middle again.”
“Fine ‘Mione it’s more of my fault than anything,” Harry sighed in defeat as he started to make dinner rolls for supper. “Cause once again I am reminded that I signed that bloody cursed Contract.”
“Well, yeah, sorry about that.” The witch blushed sheepishly. “I’ll let you get back to work. I look forward to dinner, and supper it smells Fabulous.”
“Yeah I’ll make you some Sticky Toffee Pudding for after supper.” Harry was almost tackled to the floor as his housemate ran up to him and gave him a crushing hug.
“Yay! You’re the best Big Brother!” Harry could help but laugh and hug her back.
“Yes and you are annoying little sister. Now go on so I can make Dinner and supper.” Hermione gave him a bright smile and a kiss on the cheek before dashing away out the door.
Turning back to the dough before him he waved his hand and music started to play. He love how the music washed everything from his mind and he work just melded with the beat. After about twenty minutes Harry’s voice started to flow through the air with the scents of freshly baked bread. Dobby watched in awe of ‘The Great’ Harry Potter’s singing that when Harry started to sing a new song he cast Sanorus on the singing wizard.
“I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh, god it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home sitting all alone inside your head
Harry’s voice rang clearly through out the castle surprising teachers and students alike.
How do you feel? That is the question
But I forget.. you don't expect an easy answer
When something like a soul becomes
Initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You can't expect a bit of hope
So while you're outside looking in
Describing what you see
Remember what you're staring at is me
The practicing Slytherins stopped playing as Harry’s emotions wove their way through the song. Draco was mesmerized by the voice and looked to the ceiling looking for the source of the angel’s song.
Cause I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
When no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head
Lupin and Snape stopped their chess games as the voice they knew all to well filled their chambers. They smiled at one another their Godchild could sing like an angel.
How much is real? So much to question
An epidemic of the mannequins
Contaminating everything
When thought came from the heart
It never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises
(Null and void instead of voices)
Before you tell yourself
It's just a different scene
Remember it's just different from what you've seen
Hermione sighed as she listened to Harry sing one of his favorite song Baring his heart and soul. “Oh Harry… Malfoy better Treat you right.”
I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
And all I know is that it feels like forever
When no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That shine for you
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That lie to you.. yeah-ah
Harry danced around the kitchen putting his heart and soul into the song and into the food. The more feeling he gave the Louder he sang. And the music blended with his voice like the spices in the pudding batter.
I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh, god it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head
'Cause I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your heaaaaddd
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That shine for you.. yeah-ah
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That lie to you.. yeah-ah
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That shine for you.. yeah-ah
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That lie to you.. yeah-ah yeah
Ohhhoh when the starrs
Ohhh oh when the starrrrs that liieee
Once his song had ended he waved a hand to end all charms even Dobby’s hidden charm. He was finally starting to feel tired. “Just a few more dishes and then I can finally have a dreamless sleep.” The Gryffindor sighed and got back to work.
A/N: Thanks for reading keep reviewing. The song Harry sings is called ‘Looking Through the Glass’ by Stone Sour.
In the darkness he could feel his lover’s touches and hear their soft whispers in his ear. Harry moaned as the feather soft lips kissed their way down his neck. He could smell lilies mixed with musk and sex. Harry was panting harder as strong hands were now roaming his body ignoring the part of him that desperately wanted release. He wanted to touch his lover and kiss them but his hands were tied. He could hear the deep laughter of his lover at his dilemma. Harry felt a hand on his cheek turning his face so that his emerald eyes met cold steel grey eyes.
“Not even in your dreams Potter.”
“Shit!” Harry Woke with a start and a raging hard on. How he hated this erotic dreams of the Prized Slytherin Prince. Harry was ever so happy that Seventh years were allowed to have their own rooms. This way no saw him make a fool of himself in the middle of the night. The Gryffindor glanced around the room and noticed it was raining feathers. He had blown up every pillow in the room again. Harry had to put wards around his room to contain his magical out bursts at night when his dreams tended to rule his magic. He received a boost in magic after killing Voldemort which made him more powerful. ‘To bad it didn’t make me smarter, because then I wouldn’t be dreaming about a guy who hates the sight of me.’
“Tempus. Bullocks it’s 5 in the morning.” Harry waved a hand and the pillows pulled themselves back together. “Well I guess its good wandless magic practice, but I can’t go back to sleep I don’t want to dream again.” Harry dress in sweat pants and a KISS t-shirt that Remus had got him for his birthday. Then he pulled out something from his trunk before slipping on trainers and heading out the door.
This was the best time a day all was quite and serine. No one was up and the air always smelled better. He had been enjoying these mornings more and more lately thanks to the unwanted dreams of his that always left him unsatisfied and full of nervous energy. When he lived with the Dursleys they made use of energy by making him do chores from sun up to sun down. Well he couldn’t really do that at Hogwarts but there was one thing he could do with much protest from the house elves. Harry loved to cook and what better way to get rid of this energy than to cook for Hogwarts’ student body? The First time he did this it nearly set the elves in a panic till Harry started commanding them like an army ordering them to do things from preparing ingredients to fetching meats and flipping pancakes. After that he had little protest from the little workers and they kept his little nervous habit a secret.
“Morning Dobby.” Harry said as he entered the kitchen.
“Harry Potter Sir! Harry Potter is Up early again!”
“Yeah I can’t sleep. So I thought I’d work on Breakfast instead.” Harry smiled as he adorned on the patch apron that Dobby made him last year for Christmas. Then he rubbed his hands together excited about the challenge of cooking. “Let’s get to work.”
XxxXxx
Draco Malfoy was not a happy Slytherin. First of all he was still upset about losing to Lavender Brown! Oh the humiliation of losing to the future Fashion editor of Witch weekly. Then he was told that he had to perform for that eyesore of a talent show that happened every spring! Singing was not the problem singing in front of the school was, add the fact he didn’t know any muggle songs and it equals disaster! To top the off this fabulous evening he had to have the most erotic dream about the Gryffindor Golden Boy.
“Whoa Draco maybe you should go back to bed and try again.” Blaise nearly jumped when he saw the Slytherin Prince looking way less than perfect.
“Shut up Zabini.” Draco Snapped as he stalked out to the great hall.
“Your blood sugar is just low we’ll get you some chocolate.” The Italian ran after his best friend.
“Since when do they sever Chocolate for breakfast Blaise?” snarled Draco.
“Since this morning. I don’t know what got into the elves but breakfast is fantastic! You better hurry if you want any of the Chocolate chip pancakes or the Cinnamon French toast or the homemade beagles or the…”
“I get it! You had a wonderful breakfast. Now leave me to eat in peace!” Draco snapped at his house mate before stalking to the Slytherin table. He sat down in such a foul mood that the younger years finished their meal quickly just to get away from him. He piled his plate not really looking at what he was grabbing as Played back the dreaming in his mind.
“Oh… Draco, are you dreaming of me again?” Harry laughed as he nibbled his way down Draco’s chest. Harry was stroking his body in all the right places to make him moan and whimper with pleasure. He could smell Harry’s unique Musk mixed with Vanilla and cinnamon scent. Those rose petal soft lips kissed his one more time before saying “You must be a masochist to dream of what you can never have.”
That was when he woke up with a raging erection with not relief in sight. He growl as he stabbed his breakfast willing the images away from him thoughts, but one bite of the French toast had the dream coming back at full force. The French toast practically melted on his tongue and the flavor of vanilla and cinnamon over whelmed him. This was Harry’s taste, just like in his dream. Draco devoured two plates of French toast and was sadden that there was no more in the hall. Blaise had been right this morning’s breakfast was so good that everyone was looking sad that the food was all gone.
“If this was just breakfast I can’t wait for dinner!” Draco heard the weasel say as he was thinking the same thing. Then Draco sneered in disgust at agreeing with the Gryffindor.
“Hey Drackie!” Pansy Squealed in a high pitched voice that she knew Draco hated.
“What do you want?”
“Boy aren’t you just a ray of sunshine.”
“Spit it out Parkinson.”
“Fine after you’re finished here I need you and the other boy to come to the ROR for Practice. I want you all to sound perfect at the Talent Show. Don’t worry I have the songs all picked out.”
“And what do you know about Muggle music?”
“Sometimes it pays to know a Gryffidork. Besides this will be a good chance to get Potter to notice you.”
“Lower you voice Parkinson.” Draco hissed and scanned the room with his eyes to see if anyone was watching. “What makes you think I want to get his attention?”
“Draco, darling, you have been my best friend since we were in nappies you can’t lie or hide anything from me. Anyways you never know he might like you back.”
“Yes I’m sure he’s harboring an unrequited love for me. Whatever Parkinson let’s go rehearse your damn songs so you can leave me in peace.” Draco got up and stalked from the Hall.
“You never know Draco, you never know.” Pansy smirked as she followed him to the ROR.
XxxXxxXxx
Harry couldn’t believe how energized he was. As soon as breakfast was over and the Elves were cleaning up Harry started on making Bread rolled for sandwiches. He pounded his fist into the dough trying to diminish the stress of energy. He even started work on supper using a few of his own recipes. He had three roasts cooking that he was going to use in his hunter stew. The kitchen started to really heat up with all the baking and roasting that Harry abounded his shirt was wearing just his apron and sweat pants.
“If Malfoy saw you right now he’d jump you.”
“AHHH!” Harry jumped at the intruder.
“Relax Harry it’s just me.”
“Hermione what are you doing here?” Harry Glared as he continued to make rolls.
“I figure it was you who made breakfast this morning only you could make Chocolate-chip pancakes like that. It was delicious by the way.”
“You’re welcome. Now why are you here? I’m really busy today.” The Gryffindor refused to be detoured from his task.
“I was looking for you to give your the rehearsal schedule, but it can wait till tomorrow since you are working out your sexual frustrations out by cooking enough for an army or two.”
“Hermione! I am not sexually frustrated! I just couldn’t sleep that’s all, just extra energy and magic nothing more.”
“And you casting longing looks at Malfoy has nothing to do with your lack of sleep.”
“No Malfoy is not the reason I can’t sleep, and I do not giving him longing looks at him.”
“Sure you don’t Harry. Anyways during the wonderful breakfast you severed the boys have decided who’s playing which part.”
“Let me guess. Since I am the shortest in our year it’s only fair that they give me the staring role as Meg.”
“That and you look feminine with the voice of an angel.” Hermione Smiled brightly.
“What?! I do not look Feminine!”
“Anyways Lavender is making your costumes so tomorrow you need to be measured. I’m sorry Harry I did try to make this punishment easy on you.”
“If you wanted to go easy on me you wouldn’t have signed us up for the show. Why did it have to be that movie and those songs?” Harry growled as he shoved a tray of rolls into the oven and set a magic timer.
“We were going for a Greek theme and well it just turned out that way.” Hermione lied. She hated lying but she hated seeing her best friend sad more.
Flash Back-----
“You know Granger we could use this show as a way together Potter and Draco.”
“What are you talking about Parkinson?”
“Oh Come on you can’t tell he that you haven’t notice they act like 3rd years crushing on each other but too stupid to do anything about it.”
“Oh I know that they are crushing on each other Harry has been driving me crazy with his denial and his moping around the common room. What I was referring to was how we can use the show to get them together.”
“Well I’ve herd the Muggle expression ‘Sing your heart out’ and I think that they should do just that.” Pansy grinned with glee.
“Hermione she has a point. Harry is a great singer!” Lavender exclaimed really liking this idea. “He just needs the right song.”
“The right love song.” Added Padma.
“I know! I saw a movie it was called Hercules! They sang in it and it had the perfect song for Harry to sing!” Hanna Shouted.
“Hanna I saw that movie that song is sung by a girl.” Hermione glared in defense of her best friend.
“That’s true but you have to admit Harry sometimes does look like a girl.” Hermione couldn’t argue that and the other girls were nodding their heads in agreement.
“Fine Hercules it is but what about Malfoy?”
“We’re going to make them sing muggle Rock and Roll but only songs the say what Draco is really thinking.” Daphne smirked. “Do you think you can help us out Granger?”
“I think I know a few songs that fit Malfoy and Harry to a T.” the Gryffindor smirked back as she was really getting into the plan.
“Good Now all we have to do is kick their arses again.” Pansy grinned
End Flashback-----
“Yeah right, what did I do to you girls to be humiliated like this?”
“Harry we were doing this to all the boys I’m sorry you got caught in the middle again.”
“Fine ‘Mione it’s more of my fault than anything,” Harry sighed in defeat as he started to make dinner rolls for supper. “Cause once again I am reminded that I signed that bloody cursed Contract.”
“Well, yeah, sorry about that.” The witch blushed sheepishly. “I’ll let you get back to work. I look forward to dinner, and supper it smells Fabulous.”
“Yeah I’ll make you some Sticky Toffee Pudding for after supper.” Harry was almost tackled to the floor as his housemate ran up to him and gave him a crushing hug.
“Yay! You’re the best Big Brother!” Harry could help but laugh and hug her back.
“Yes and you are annoying little sister. Now go on so I can make Dinner and supper.” Hermione gave him a bright smile and a kiss on the cheek before dashing away out the door.
Turning back to the dough before him he waved his hand and music started to play. He love how the music washed everything from his mind and he work just melded with the beat. After about twenty minutes Harry’s voice started to flow through the air with the scents of freshly baked bread. Dobby watched in awe of ‘The Great’ Harry Potter’s singing that when Harry started to sing a new song he cast Sanorus on the singing wizard.
“I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh, god it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home sitting all alone inside your head
Harry’s voice rang clearly through out the castle surprising teachers and students alike.
How do you feel? That is the question
But I forget.. you don't expect an easy answer
When something like a soul becomes
Initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You can't expect a bit of hope
So while you're outside looking in
Describing what you see
Remember what you're staring at is me
The practicing Slytherins stopped playing as Harry’s emotions wove their way through the song. Draco was mesmerized by the voice and looked to the ceiling looking for the source of the angel’s song.
Cause I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
When no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head
Lupin and Snape stopped their chess games as the voice they knew all to well filled their chambers. They smiled at one another their Godchild could sing like an angel.
How much is real? So much to question
An epidemic of the mannequins
Contaminating everything
When thought came from the heart
It never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises
(Null and void instead of voices)
Before you tell yourself
It's just a different scene
Remember it's just different from what you've seen
Hermione sighed as she listened to Harry sing one of his favorite song Baring his heart and soul. “Oh Harry… Malfoy better Treat you right.”
I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
And all I know is that it feels like forever
When no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That shine for you
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That lie to you.. yeah-ah
Harry danced around the kitchen putting his heart and soul into the song and into the food. The more feeling he gave the Louder he sang. And the music blended with his voice like the spices in the pudding batter.
I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh, god it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head
'Cause I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your heaaaaddd
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That shine for you.. yeah-ah
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That lie to you.. yeah-ah
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That shine for you.. yeah-ah
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That lie to you.. yeah-ah yeah
Ohhhoh when the starrs
Ohhh oh when the starrrrs that liieee
Once his song had ended he waved a hand to end all charms even Dobby’s hidden charm. He was finally starting to feel tired. “Just a few more dishes and then I can finally have a dreamless sleep.” The Gryffindor sighed and got back to work.
A/N: Thanks for reading keep reviewing. The song Harry sings is called ‘Looking Through the Glass’ by Stone Sour.