Non-Poisoned Cake
Title: Non-Poisoned Cake
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, other HP characters
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Strong suspicion
Word count: 780
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for bluedreaming, using the prompts green, lemon tree, elephant.
♦ hd_pots_n_porn June/July prompt birthday cake
Summary: Harry is convinced that Astoria is out for blood.
"Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?"
Draco glanced up from the correspondence he was working on. He made a show of looking around the study before returning his attention to Harry. One blond brow rose. "Which elephant would that be?"
Harry sat up straight in the chair across the desk from Draco. "You asked your ex-wife to bake the cake for your birthday party."
"Astoria is an accomplished baker," said Draco. "I've always enjoyed her cakes."
"Ugh."
"I meant that literally, you jealous git."
Harry slumped back in his seat, refusing to be mollified. "Aren't you afraid she'll poison the cake?"
"Honestly, Harry! Where do you get these notions? Of course I'm not concerned about her poisoning the cake. Our divorce was amicable enough, and each of us is much happier now," said Draco. "Why would she wish to harm me?"
"I was more concerned that it was me she'd like to poison," muttered Harry. "Everyone believes I was responsible for your marriage ending."
Draco shrugged. "Swallow a bezoar before the party if you're scared, Potter."
Harry frowned but held his tongue. It was a party. If Astoria was intent on smiting him, she wouldn't do it in front of a crowd.
It rained the morning of Draco's birthday, threatening the garden party theme, but by noon the sun was peering through the clouds and drying things out. House elves from Malfoy Manor had descended on Harry and Draco's home to prepare for the festivities. Each of them wore green smocks with black trim, and they seemed happy. That was one less worry for Harry. Hermione would have killed him quicker than Astoria if she thought the elves were being mistreated.
Hermione and Ron arrived early to help, along with Ginny and Luna, Neville and Hannah, Pansy and Blaise, and Theodore and Astoria. Harry kept a cautious eye on Draco's ex. Constant vigilance! Astoria didn't seem to notice his surveillance, laughing as she was with Luna and Pansy as they mixed a large batch of fruit punch.
When Luna and Pansy drifted away, Harry saw Astoria tip a small pitcher of liquid into the punch. He was by her side in an instant.
"What did you just add to that?"
"Real lemon juice," Astoria replied. "I have my own lemon tree, and it adds a nice flavor. Would you like to try some?" she asked, using the ladle to pour a glass.
"No!" blurted Harry.
Astoria shrugged and took a drink herself. "Ah, refreshing. Now, where am I to set up Draco's cake?"
Harry was intrigued in spite of himself. "What kind of cake is it?"
"Draco's favorite," she said with a smile.
"Chocolate," Harry nodded.
"Wrong."
Harry felt his hackles rise. "Don't be absurd. Draco loves chocolate."
"Yes, but his favorite flavor of cake has always been lemon with raspberry filling."
Harry's jaw tightened. Astoria was winding him up, he was sure of it. As he considered one of Ginny's Bat Bogey hexes, Draco approached them.
"Darling, there you are."
Harry beamed and turned to Draco, only to see him lean in and kiss Astoria's cheek. "I can't wait to see my cake."
"She made your favorite," Harry said, voice stiff with irritation.
"The lemon with raspberry filling?!" cried Draco. "That's tremendous, Astoria. Thank you."
"I thought chocolate was your favorite!" Harry exclaimed.
"I do enjoy chocolate cake," said Draco. "However, it's quite common. Lemon with raspberry is a special treat."
As Harry fumed, Draco patted his arm and said, "I'm certain Astoria will bake you a chocolate cake for your birthday if you ask her nicely."
"I'd love to, Harry," she chirped. "You just let me know."
The party was a smashing success. In Draco's estimation, everyone had a good time, the weather cooperated, and the repast was stunning. In Harry's estimation, no one died. He'd gradually let go of his snit, especially when Draco spent the majority of his time standing next to Harry as they made the rounds and visited with their guests.
Astoria had not cast any covetous glances in Draco's direction (Harry would have noticed. Constant vigilance!). Instead, she held hands with Theo, batted her lashes at him, and seemed disgustingly smitten with him.
Later, after the guests had left and clean-up had been accomplished, Harry and Draco had time to relax in their lounge.
Harry yawned and scooted closer to Draco on the sofa. "You received an impressive array of gifts."
"I did, didn't I?" mused Draco, a faint smile curving his lips. "It was a wonderful party, Harry. Did you enjoy the non-poisoned cake?"
"It was delicious," Harry grudgingly admitted, "but not as good as chocolate cake."
The Secret Ingredient
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, other HP characters
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Strong suspicion
Word count: 780
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for bluedreaming, using the prompts green, lemon tree, elephant.
♦ hd_pots_n_porn June/July prompt birthday cake
Summary: Harry is convinced that Astoria is out for blood.
"Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?"
Draco glanced up from the correspondence he was working on. He made a show of looking around the study before returning his attention to Harry. One blond brow rose. "Which elephant would that be?"
Harry sat up straight in the chair across the desk from Draco. "You asked your ex-wife to bake the cake for your birthday party."
"Astoria is an accomplished baker," said Draco. "I've always enjoyed her cakes."
"Ugh."
"I meant that literally, you jealous git."
Harry slumped back in his seat, refusing to be mollified. "Aren't you afraid she'll poison the cake?"
"Honestly, Harry! Where do you get these notions? Of course I'm not concerned about her poisoning the cake. Our divorce was amicable enough, and each of us is much happier now," said Draco. "Why would she wish to harm me?"
"I was more concerned that it was me she'd like to poison," muttered Harry. "Everyone believes I was responsible for your marriage ending."
Draco shrugged. "Swallow a bezoar before the party if you're scared, Potter."
Harry frowned but held his tongue. It was a party. If Astoria was intent on smiting him, she wouldn't do it in front of a crowd.
It rained the morning of Draco's birthday, threatening the garden party theme, but by noon the sun was peering through the clouds and drying things out. House elves from Malfoy Manor had descended on Harry and Draco's home to prepare for the festivities. Each of them wore green smocks with black trim, and they seemed happy. That was one less worry for Harry. Hermione would have killed him quicker than Astoria if she thought the elves were being mistreated.
Hermione and Ron arrived early to help, along with Ginny and Luna, Neville and Hannah, Pansy and Blaise, and Theodore and Astoria. Harry kept a cautious eye on Draco's ex. Constant vigilance! Astoria didn't seem to notice his surveillance, laughing as she was with Luna and Pansy as they mixed a large batch of fruit punch.
When Luna and Pansy drifted away, Harry saw Astoria tip a small pitcher of liquid into the punch. He was by her side in an instant.
"What did you just add to that?"
"Real lemon juice," Astoria replied. "I have my own lemon tree, and it adds a nice flavor. Would you like to try some?" she asked, using the ladle to pour a glass.
"No!" blurted Harry.
Astoria shrugged and took a drink herself. "Ah, refreshing. Now, where am I to set up Draco's cake?"
Harry was intrigued in spite of himself. "What kind of cake is it?"
"Draco's favorite," she said with a smile.
"Chocolate," Harry nodded.
"Wrong."
Harry felt his hackles rise. "Don't be absurd. Draco loves chocolate."
"Yes, but his favorite flavor of cake has always been lemon with raspberry filling."
Harry's jaw tightened. Astoria was winding him up, he was sure of it. As he considered one of Ginny's Bat Bogey hexes, Draco approached them.
"Darling, there you are."
Harry beamed and turned to Draco, only to see him lean in and kiss Astoria's cheek. "I can't wait to see my cake."
"She made your favorite," Harry said, voice stiff with irritation.
"The lemon with raspberry filling?!" cried Draco. "That's tremendous, Astoria. Thank you."
"I thought chocolate was your favorite!" Harry exclaimed.
"I do enjoy chocolate cake," said Draco. "However, it's quite common. Lemon with raspberry is a special treat."
As Harry fumed, Draco patted his arm and said, "I'm certain Astoria will bake you a chocolate cake for your birthday if you ask her nicely."
"I'd love to, Harry," she chirped. "You just let me know."
The party was a smashing success. In Draco's estimation, everyone had a good time, the weather cooperated, and the repast was stunning. In Harry's estimation, no one died. He'd gradually let go of his snit, especially when Draco spent the majority of his time standing next to Harry as they made the rounds and visited with their guests.
Astoria had not cast any covetous glances in Draco's direction (Harry would have noticed. Constant vigilance!). Instead, she held hands with Theo, batted her lashes at him, and seemed disgustingly smitten with him.
Later, after the guests had left and clean-up had been accomplished, Harry and Draco had time to relax in their lounge.
Harry yawned and scooted closer to Draco on the sofa. "You received an impressive array of gifts."
"I did, didn't I?" mused Draco, a faint smile curving his lips. "It was a wonderful party, Harry. Did you enjoy the non-poisoned cake?"
"It was delicious," Harry grudgingly admitted, "but not as good as chocolate cake."
The Secret Ingredient