Because I need the practice and the frustration. Nothing fancy and it's a safe, all ages. I almost called it "What's cookin', good lookin'?" but I'm not that far gone...yet.
Rating: All ages
Ron came home to find his lover amidst the wreckage of what used to be a useful cooking space, leaning over the stove and muttering into a pot.
“What are you doing?”
Draco spun around, cheeks flushed, a smear of flour on his nose rivaling the paleness of his hair. He gave an uncharacteristically boyish grin, which caused Ron’s insides to flip over in aching joy.
“Making dinner. Are you hungry?” Draco asked.
Ron nodded an assent, although he wondered how the word ‘hungry’ could fit right now, when his heart was so full of love and warmth of home.