Baking Cakes

A/N: This is not saying that wizards don't know how to cook; this is just saying that Sirius doesn't know how to cook. :)

Sirius wandered into the living room where his girlfriend sat, watching the Beatles on the T.V. The T.V. he thought. What a brilliant invention. These Muggles were alright at getting by without magic. Izzy smiled up at him, and it almost took his breath away that he could call her his girlfriend.

"Hey," She said cheerily. "Come on. Paul's making a speech. What a cutie."

"I'm bored." Sirius whined two minutes later.

"How can you be bored? Paul's my favourite. I think I'm a little bit in love with him!"

Sirius sat back. "The boyfriend says awkward to the max."

"Not awkward, cause I'll always love you better."

"Sure."

"It's true." Izzy patted her lap and Sirius rested his head there, her hands stroking his hair.

"I'm still bored."

"Go do something then."

"I want to do something with you!"

"Aw. It would be sweet if you weren't such a whiny bastard."

"Please?" Sirius made the eyes at her.

"Damn smouldering eyes," Izzy cursed as she put a tape into the VCR to record the Beatles, grabbing Sirius hand and leading him into the kitchen. "What do you want to do?"

"I don't know," Sirius faltered.

"Don act like a five year old. You're making me miss the Beatles and you don't know what you want to do. I'll take away your favourite toy if you aren't careful."

"Not Stella!" Sirius named his precious bike.

"You bet. Watch it mister."

"Yes ma'am."

Izzy sighed and rooted through the pantry. "How about we make a cake?"

"Oooo-kay."

"What did I just say?"

"I mean, yes! Cake making sounds like a blast!"

"No need to mock me," Izzy muttered, pulling out ingredients.

They mixed flour, butter and sugar together and Izzy grabbed out the eggs. "Sirius, you put the eggs in, I've gotta pee."

She rushed off, and Sirius shrugged. He grabbed an egg, and guessed what to do with it. He simply lifted it above his head and smashed it into the bowl, shell breaking into pieces. "There." Sirius was satisfied. He poured the mixture into the cake tin, put the cake tin in the oven and greeted Izzy with a kiss, oven mitts still on.

"I love a man who can cook," Izzy whispered, running her hands through Sirius' hair, lips pressed against his.

"We have awhile until the cake cooks," Sirius said slyly.

And so they had a race to the bedroom. A while later, Izzy jumped out of bed, pushing Sirius' arm off her body and rushing to the door. "Shit," she cursed. "The cake!"

Sirius jumped up as well, walking out in only his boxers. He pulled it from the oven and sighed. "Thank God. A little burnt, but nonetheless intact."

Izzy peered in at the cake and touched the top of it. "Ow. Hot."

She grabbed a fork and scraped the top off, discovering bits of eggshell scattered throughout the mix. Sirius frowned. "I've been wondering, how do you eat those?"

Izzy laughed deliriously. "You don't, you daft git. What did you do, put the egg in whole?"

"Well, yeah, you didn't tell me not to." Sirius defended himself.

Izzy tossed the cake in the bin and stood on tip toes, kissing Sirius on the nose. "You're never allowed to cook again."

"You're the one who left me unsupervised in the kitchen."

"Not my fault."

"Not my fault."

"How about we kiss and make up, and never bake a cake again?"

"Deal."

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