Hermione was sitting by the window, staring out at the grand, open lawn.
A swear rang out, followed by: "Stupid cake!"
She whipped her head around quite suddenly. With an impish grin on her face, she started for the kitchen.
Poking her head in, she saw a tall, blonde, extremely annoyed, and covered-in-cake-batter Draco Malfoy.
She couldn't help it. Hermione Granger burst out into peals of laughter.
Draco, with icing on his nose, and sticky vanilla cake batter all over his very manly flowered apron, was not much of a threat when he huffed, "Oh, SHUT UP, Granger!"
Still in a silent giggle fit, Hermione choked out, pointing to his nose, "Pink?"
Draco almost went cross-eyed trying to find the spot on his nose. Once he had located it, he put his hands on his hips and demanded, "Well, it's your favorite color, right?"
Hermione took a few deep breaths, and smiled again. "Please don't tell me this is for my birthday."
He shuffled his feet nervously. "Uh, It's not for your birthday?"
I leaned up and kissed him on the nose. "C'mon, let's clean up this kitchen."