Pansy's Birthday!
It was only a few days after Draco had gotten home, but all he had done was sleep and eat and relax-- after assuring Mrs. Netherware that no, he had not gotten fired; yes, he would be leaving again at some point, but he would be coming back-- so when Pansy's birthday came around, it wasn't that hard for him to get up at a reasonable time to prepare.
He showered first, and made himself some tea. Making a face, he started her coffee, and soon he had something that he thought seemed vaguely like what she usually drank-- not that he'd know. He thought that maybe he should make some food, too, but he didn't think Pansy would like waking up to a kitchen on fire, so he put the coffee under a warming spell and cleaned up the mess fiddled around the kitchen impatiently as he waited for her to wake up.
Finally, around noon, he couldn't stand it anymore, and he picked up the cup, walking silently into Pansy's room. He set the cup on the bedside table and leapt onto the bed, cackling. "Up, sleepyhead! It's your birthday!"
He showered first, and made himself some tea. Making a face, he started her coffee, and soon he had something that he thought seemed vaguely like what she usually drank-- not that he'd know. He thought that maybe he should make some food, too, but he didn't think Pansy would like waking up to a kitchen on fire, so he put the coffee under a warming spell and cleaned up the mess fiddled around the kitchen impatiently as he waited for her to wake up.
Finally, around noon, he couldn't stand it anymore, and he picked up the cup, walking silently into Pansy's room. He set the cup on the bedside table and leapt onto the bed, cackling. "Up, sleepyhead! It's your birthday!"