Just how self assured Potter seemed to be drove Draco absolutely mad, annoyed that the confidence probably was warranted and having no desire to give Potter any level of confirmation to the fact. Instead, he took another sip from his tea, trying to weigh the words in his head, unsure what he wanted to say, or if he even wanted to say something in the first place.<br/>It was easier when Potter brought up the topic of breakfast, though not by a lot.<br/>It was rare that Draco ate more than one meal per day and that meal very rarely was breakfast, both of which were facts that drove Coote insane. Draco knew that it was stupid to not take more care of himself, but he had also lost the interest for it and would much rather just dedicate himself to his work.<br/>“Tea,” he stated, lifting his cup as if to underline his point. The mere idea of eating anything made his stomach turn, completely unaccustomed to getting anything solid before noon.<br/>“But I can have cook prepare you something if you are hungry,” he added, figuring that that would be what a good hose would do.