A/N: Another Hr/H cuz I'm bored. I promise eventually I will update my other stories… I don't own anything. This was inspired when I was trying to make pasta and made the uncooked noodles fly all over the kitchen :/ woops.
Hermione stood in front of the stovetop. Her hair was frizzier than usual from the steam and she was hopping from foot to foot. The smoke was filling the air and she let out a nervous sigh. "Is everything all right in their Hermione?" Harry called from the living room.
"Fine!" She called. She opened the oven door and even more smoke came rolling out. She pulled the charred and shriveled roast out and put it on the countertop.
Harry walked into the kitchen and coughed, "'Mione! What—"
"Dinner's ready." She huffed. She slammed the towel down and walked out into dinning room.
Harry followed her laughing, "Shall I call for Italian?"
"I'm more in the mood for Teriyaki." She sighed.