Disclaimer: I have no claims over any of the Harry Potter books.

Warning: There is slash in this story. If you don't like it, don't read it. Simple enough, don't you think?

Authors note: This is the first story/one shot I've ever finished. I wrote this as a Christmas present for a friend, and I didn't really spend much time on it. Reviews are highly appreciated!

I knew from the beginning that this was a disaster waiting to happen. Draco and cooking just... don't mix. Jacob's birthday was coming up, though, and Draco had decided he should make him a cake.

I suppose you're going to want a little back-ground information before I begin, though.

Draco and I are both twenty-seven now, and we have three kids - Jacob, who's almost seven. Alex, who's five, and Samantha, who's one. We still keep in contact with all of our old friends, including Ron who has finally come around.

Now, Draco has decided I need to teach him to make a cake. Just a practice one for now, so he can get it perfect when Jacob's birthday comes around. Which leaves us here. Draco and me, standing in the kitchen, cooking.

"Okay, now you need a cup of flour."

"Right. Flour, got it. Harry?"

"Yeah Draco?"

"...Which one's the flour again?"

See? Disaster waiting to happen. "The one right in front of you. The white powdery stuff. No, that's sugar." Here's where I made my mistake. I turned around, figuring he could handle it now. I mean, what else was there to choose besides the flour? But no, this is Draco we're talking about. Of course he would be able to mess this up.

"Got it! Anything else we need to do?"

"Nope. The oven's already set. Now we just need to... There! The timer will go off in thirty minutes, okay?

"Thirty minutes, got it."

So we wait. I went out to check on the kids while Draco relaxed, reading a book.

"HARRY!"

Merlin, what did he do now?

"Harry, it's huge! What's happening?"

I enter to see a mess. How on earth did Draco manage this?

"Draco, what did you add?"

"I did exactly as you said! You were watching me the whole time!"

Except when he added the flour. "Draco... What did you use as the four?" He handed me the yeast. I couldn't help it, I start cracking up. I couldn't stop, either.

"Harry, this isn't funny! It's still growing! FIX IT!"

Noticing the mess that was quickly overtaking my kitchen, I finally calmed down and started to clean up. "Only you, Draco. Only you."

"What? What did I do?"

"You replaced the flour with yeast. Yeast makes things grow big."

"Don't baby-talk me, I'm not Samantha."

"I never said you were. Now, either help me clean or go watch the kids."

"I think I have a better idea..." I'm not sure if I liked the look on his face. "You know the chocolate icing we were going to put of the cake?"

"What about it?"

"I was thinking. Why don't we call up Ron and Hermione, see if they can take the kids? After all, we wouldn't want the chocolate... Going to waste, now do we?"

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

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