More days passed, then weeks. He’d cook her terrible breakfasts that she scarfed down, she made him coffee. They gardened, filling the empty bed with rows of peppers and tomatoes, and he taught her the intricacies of planting a seed. Doskey joined them for dinner sometimes, smacking Draco’s knuckles when he tried to steal a finger swipe of brownie batter as she cooked dessert. 