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Title: Draw Your Own Conclusions.
Author: ME! >:O I PWN.
Rating: R to NC-17. It's all up to your interpretation what's happening.
Pairing: Draco / Harry.
Summary: Draco talks Harry into wearing only an apron and forces him to BAKE A PIE. No, there's nothing dirty involving the pie, you sick asshats. Anyway, Harry threatens to cry, Draco laughs at him, and there's a whole lot of talking. :O This is Harry's fault. DAMN YOU AND YOUR GIVING ME PLOTBUNNIES.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and STUFF created and owned by J. K. Rowling, along with various publishers including, but not limited, to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books. Also Warner Bros., Inc. I WISH I WERE MAKING MONEY BUT I AM NOT. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended. ...El oh el.
:O'>"You look quite good like that."
"Shut up."
"I think that apron is rather fetching on you. You should wear it more often."
"Stop patting yourself on the back for another brilliant idea. I said 'shut up', Malfoy."
"So now we're back to 'Malfoy' again? That's so grade-school."
"I seem to remember you refusing to call me anything but 'Potter' up until two months ago, fancy that."
"Do you have a point?"
"Sigh. No, Draco. No I don't."
"When do you ever?"
"Very funny."
"I thought so."
"Oh, I know you did. You should be a comedian."
"As long as you remain my personal chef."
"Stop it."
"You have a bit on your nose."
"Dra--!"
"Is there a problem?"
"Yes! For starters, that wasn't my nose you were touching. ... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"I'll let you draw your own conclusions."
"Who'd have thought that baking a pie would bother you so much."
"You're standing in the kitchenette wearing only an apron, genius. I wouldn't think of it as being 'bothered', either."
"..."
"Now where was I..."
"I mean it, Malfoy, knock it off."
"And what will you do if I don't?"
"I'll..."
"You'll what?"
"I'll cry."
"You wouldn't. Stop acting like such a girl, Potter."
"Oh, so now we're back to 'Potter' again?"
"While this may seem a tad immature, I do believe you started it."
"Bloody he--!"
"Quit complaining. I know for a fact that you quite enjoyed it. It's written all over your face."
"Kind of like being a smug bastard is written all over yours?"
"Something like that."
"..."
"Merlin, what is it now? You're not normally this jumpy."
"There's a window RIGHT THERE, just in case you didn't notice before!"
"And? Who lives around here that can walk by and see? Or do you think one of your little friends will stop by? I wonder how they'd react if you answered the door like this."
"Not funny,--Ma--Malfoy!"
"I can just imagine how humiliating it'd be for you, Potter."
"... I hate you."
"Mm, yes, I gathered that. But, while you may hate me at this moment, you're still enjoying it."
"Ge--t bent,--tosser."
"... Do you smell that, Potter?"
"P--pardon? Smell what?"
"I think your baking is burning in the oven."
"What?! ... This is all your fault, you damn git! If you hadn't..."
"If I hadn't what?"
"..."
"I'll be going upstairs now. Feel free to join me when you get things under control here. You can wear the apron, if you want."
"... Feckin' asshole."
Title: Draw Your Own Conclusions.
Author: ME! >:O I PWN.
Rating: R to NC-17. It's all up to your interpretation what's happening.
Pairing: Draco / Harry.
Summary: Draco talks Harry into wearing only an apron and forces him to BAKE A PIE. No, there's nothing dirty involving the pie, you sick asshats. Anyway, Harry threatens to cry, Draco laughs at him, and there's a whole lot of talking. :O This is Harry's fault. DAMN YOU AND YOUR GIVING ME PLOTBUNNIES.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and STUFF created and owned by J. K. Rowling, along with various publishers including, but not limited, to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books. Also Warner Bros., Inc. I WISH I WERE MAKING MONEY BUT I AM NOT. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended. ...El oh el.
:O'>"You look quite good like that."
"Shut up."
"I think that apron is rather fetching on you. You should wear it more often."
"Stop patting yourself on the back for another brilliant idea. I said 'shut up', Malfoy."
"So now we're back to 'Malfoy' again? That's so grade-school."
"I seem to remember you refusing to call me anything but 'Potter' up until two months ago, fancy that."
"Do you have a point?"
"Sigh. No, Draco. No I don't."
"When do you ever?"
"Very funny."
"I thought so."
"Oh, I know you did. You should be a comedian."
"As long as you remain my personal chef."
"Stop it."
"You have a bit on your nose."
"Dra--!"
"Is there a problem?"
"Yes! For starters, that wasn't my nose you were touching. ... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"I'll let you draw your own conclusions."
"Who'd have thought that baking a pie would bother you so much."
"You're standing in the kitchenette wearing only an apron, genius. I wouldn't think of it as being 'bothered', either."
"..."
"Now where was I..."
"I mean it, Malfoy, knock it off."
"And what will you do if I don't?"
"I'll..."
"You'll what?"
"I'll cry."
"You wouldn't. Stop acting like such a girl, Potter."
"Oh, so now we're back to 'Potter' again?"
"While this may seem a tad immature, I do believe you started it."
"Bloody he--!"
"Quit complaining. I know for a fact that you quite enjoyed it. It's written all over your face."
"Kind of like being a smug bastard is written all over yours?"
"Something like that."
"..."
"Merlin, what is it now? You're not normally this jumpy."
"There's a window RIGHT THERE, just in case you didn't notice before!"
"And? Who lives around here that can walk by and see? Or do you think one of your little friends will stop by? I wonder how they'd react if you answered the door like this."
"Not funny,--Ma--Malfoy!"
"I can just imagine how humiliating it'd be for you, Potter."
"... I hate you."
"Mm, yes, I gathered that. But, while you may hate me at this moment, you're still enjoying it."
"Ge--t bent,--tosser."
"... Do you smell that, Potter?"
"P--pardon? Smell what?"
"I think your baking is burning in the oven."
"What?! ... This is all your fault, you damn git! If you hadn't..."
"If I hadn't what?"
"..."
"I'll be going upstairs now. Feel free to join me when you get things under control here. You can wear the apron, if you want."
"... Feckin' asshole."