_______<br/><br/>While Harry had otherwise lost all sense of direction, he awoke and knew that be had been exactly one month at Malfoy Manor. He felt it deep in his bones, something betwern a sense of being uprooted for weeks on end, and what perhaps was a budding vitamin D deficiency. Harry had wallowed in that realization for another half hour before getting out of bed.<br/>It was far from ideal but decidedly not nearly as horrible as it could have been, so Harry brazed the day with good spirits. In the shower he had been thinking about how Draco had proposed the alternative, a stay at the St. Mungo's observation ward. While Harry had already cringed at the thought of staying there a few days, he could hardly imagine being devout of company for a month; in that sense, Draco was invaluable.<br/>Aware of rhe fact that he was starting the day with a delay, Harry wasn't particularly frightened when he found the kitchen to be empty. He did, however, feel a twinge of remorse, having come to build this particular habit of theirs.<br/>Not wanting to further offset their patterns, Harry immediately turned to head for the study, finding he could ask Coote to serve a pastry with his tea.<br/>As if summoned, and disregarding the fact that Harry hadn't actually spoken his name out loud, the house elf appeared at the doorway, awkwardly blocking Harry's departure. With a squeaked voice, and much to Harry's surprise, Coote informed Harry that Master Malfoy was waiting for him in the sunroom.<br/>It completely derailed Harry.<br/>"You have one of those?" he asked, too dumbstruck to think of anything else to say.