Draco licked a smear of whipped cream off his hand and tightened the frilly apron strings, before stepping back to admire his work. The birthday cake was a shaped like a golden snitch and covered in shimmering frosting. He smirked. Harry would be so impressed. He’d probably expect something expensive from a cake shop, if he expected a cake at all. He certainly wouldn’t expect a homemade birthday cake. And he really wouldn’t expect it to be served by his boyfriend, wearing only an apron. On the other hand… The cake seemed rather… dull. Maybe he could charm the wings, so that they fluttered slightly. That would make it look a lot more real. He drew his wand and cast the charm. The cake snitch took off from the table and zoomed through the kitchen. Draco tried to summon it, he miscalculated, and the snitch whooshed back towards him at lightning speed. He managed to catch it, just as he heard the front door open.
Harry entered the flat with a sense of dread. He really just wanted a nice evening with his boyfriend, but knowing Draco, he would probably have an elaborate surprise party planned. At first the flat seemed empty, but then he heard a faint shuffling noise and something that sounded like muffled swearing from the kitchen. Perhaps something was wrong? He drew his wand and went to investigate. What he found took his breath away. The kitchen looked like a disaster area. Whipped cream and chunks of cake was scattered everywhere, and in the centre of the destruction was an adorably disgruntled looking Draco, wearing only a frilly apron and a generous amount of golden frosting and whipped cream. He couldn’t help a small gasp, and Draco looked up from where he had been wiping his hands on the apron.
“Happy birthday! There was supposed to be a cake, but it flew away and... exploded.”
“You made me a cake?”
“Yes,” Draco said, slightly defensive. “A snitch cake. And apparently I am a great pastry chef, because it was incredibly life like. Anyway, I caught it, so I win!”
“Oh?” Harry shrugged off his robes and started moving towards his boyfriend. “I wasn’t aware that there was a competition? But since you won, I suppose you want some sort of prize?”
He grabbed hold of one of the apron strings and pulled it loose.
“Yes,” Draco said. “I think a prize would be very much in order.”
“I could… lick you clean?”
“Please do. And if you do a good job, we’ll see about your birthday present.”
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I hope this is not too late. I am crap at time zone convertions. If it's not too late, then I am wrtitng for Slytherin. If it is, then never mind, I had fun writing it anyway. *runs off to work*
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Draco licked a smear of whipped cream off his hand and tightened the frilly apron strings, before stepping back to admire his work. The birthday cake was a shaped like a golden snitch and covered in shimmering frosting. He smirked. Harry would be so impressed. He’d probably expect something expensive from a cake shop, if he expected a cake at all. He certainly wouldn’t expect a homemade birthday cake. And he really wouldn’t expect it to be served by his boyfriend, wearing only an apron. On the other hand… The cake seemed rather… dull. Maybe he could charm the wings, so that they fluttered slightly. That would make it look a lot more real.
He drew his wand and cast the charm. The cake snitch took off from the table and zoomed through the kitchen. Draco tried to summon it, he miscalculated, and the snitch whooshed back towards him at lightning speed. He managed to catch it, just as he heard the front door open.
Harry entered the flat with a sense of dread. He really just wanted a nice evening with his boyfriend, but knowing Draco, he would probably have an elaborate surprise party planned. At first the flat seemed empty, but then he heard a faint shuffling noise and something that sounded like muffled swearing from the kitchen. Perhaps something was wrong? He drew his wand and went to investigate.
What he found took his breath away. The kitchen looked like a disaster area. Whipped cream and chunks of cake was scattered everywhere, and in the centre of the destruction was an adorably disgruntled looking Draco, wearing only a frilly apron and a generous amount of golden frosting and whipped cream. He couldn’t help a small gasp, and Draco looked up from where he had been wiping his hands on the apron.
“Happy birthday! There was supposed to be a cake, but it flew away and... exploded.”
“You made me a cake?”
“Yes,” Draco said, slightly defensive. “A snitch cake. And apparently I am a great pastry chef, because it was incredibly life like. Anyway, I caught it, so I win!”
“Oh?” Harry shrugged off his robes and started moving towards his boyfriend. “I wasn’t aware that there was a competition? But since you won, I suppose you want some sort of prize?”
He grabbed hold of one of the apron strings and pulled it loose.
“Yes,” Draco said. “I think a prize would be very much in order.”
“I could… lick you clean?”
“Please do. And if you do a good job, we’ll see about your birthday present.”
- - -
I hope this is not too late. I am crap at time zone convertions. If it's not too late, then I am wrtitng for Slytherin. If it is, then never mind, I had fun writing it anyway.
*runs off to work*