Choice
Draco and Harry got ready to sleep in the great hall. Neither one of them able to get into their respective common rooms since they couldn’t use magic. Harry was giving Draco the silent treatment glaring daggers in his direction.
Harry stared up at the enchanted ceiling. He’d found a pile of robes and using it was blankets. His stomach rumbled loudly and he cursed under his breath.
“Draco” he yelled.
“What Potter?”
“If we’re trapped here why am I hungry?” Draco lifted his head from the couch pillow head stolen from a couch upstairs. He’d broken into the laundry room and stolen a pile of blankets.
“What part of I don’t fucking know do you not get?” Draco snapped. His own stomach grumbling and turned away.
Neither one of them said a thing as they turned away from each other. Harry tossed and turned on his side of the great hall as Draco closed his eyes trying to fall asleep.
“Fuck!” Harry tossed his blankets aside standing up and walking out of the great hall. Five minutes later he was in the kitchens looking through cabinets grabbing stuff off the shelves.
The painting that guarded the door to kitchen had a giant hole in it. Harry had taken axe from one of the suits of armor and broken into the kitchen. He reminded of the nights he would sneak into the kitchen of the Dursley’s house. The nights when he’d be so hungry he could barely sleep. He stuffed his face with a piece of bread and moaned as it melted in his mouth.
“Really, Potter?” Draco walked in through the giant hole in the door “must you eat like a goddamn animal.”
“Shut up! You’re the reason we’re stuck here in the first place.” He grabbed a roll of bread and threw it angrily at Malfoy’s head. He swiftly dodged it and Harry watched as Malfoy grabbed a bad of crisp from a cabinet.
He opened it and stuffed his mouth. They glared at each other in silence and ate their food. Harry took a seat at the large wooden table as did Draco. Sitting across from each other they each pulled food from cabinets and Harry was surprised to find a large ice box filled with frozen meat.
“I just wanted my father back” Malfoy looked down at the table knowing Harry was staring at him. “He promised to free my father from Azkaban if I did this.”
Harry stared at Malfoy not saying a word.
“Let’s just eat. We may be stuck here together but that doesn’t mean anything. Let’s get through this until we find a way out.”
“Did you not hear a single thing I said” snapped Malfoy. “There is no way out you moron. We’re trapped here.”
“You don’t know my friends Draco. They’ll find out what happened they’ll set us free.”
“How can you be sure of that?”
“Because I have no choice.”